"Gambling?" He stared at her with startled eyes, it seemed to him to be such a singular question to have hurled at him.
"I mean, for instance, are you fond of poker?" Again she went on before he could speak, taking an answer for granted in a fashion which he found a trifle disconcerting. "But, of course, I know you are; I have heard of some of your performances at poker."
He really did not like her tone at all; there was something in it which made him conscious of a vague discomfort. What could the girl be driving at?
"Particularly I've heard of one."
She said it while she was glancing at him over the top of her fan, which she was opening and shutting.
"Which one?"
"Weren't you playing some months ago when one of your brother officers was accused of cheating?"
Small wonder if his eyes seemed to grow rounder, the bad taste of such a remark! To say nothing of its unexpectedness.
"Really, I don't know to what you refer."
"Oh yes, you do. You know perfectly well; if you don't, I'll explain."