He reached for the pack. Before anyone could protest, he had slipped his card into it and mingled it with the others beyond identification.
"We are quits, then," he was saying to Carigny, and once more the ancient adversaries shook hands.
"But what was the card?" asked a dozen men at once.
The Prince let his hard, serene eye wander over them. He was walking toward the door, guiding Carigny with a hand on his arm. There was a flicker of a smile on his face. Without answering, he passed out. To this day, no man knows what card he held.
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