"No," he cried. "You will turn over the other two."
With an oath the swindler refused, betraying by his agitation that for once he had met his match.
"That's not the way this game is played," he objected in confusion. "Show us your king."
"It's the way that I intend to see it played," declared Silk very calmly but firmly. And with his forefinger he adroitly flicked the two cards over, face upward. "You see," he cried, "neither of yours is a king. Therefore mine is bound to be."
Utterly confounded, and dreading the consequences if the third card should now be revealed, the swindler tried to shuffle out of his awkward position by giving in.
"In that case, you win," he said.
Sergeant Silk quietly pocketed the hundred dollars with one hand, while with the other he still retained the third card.
The gambler snatched at it.
"Give me that card!" he demanded, dreading that any one should see it.