"The Queen of Hearts."
"Dealer draws one also," said the young fellow.
Sir Charles laid down his hand with a smile:
"Did you fill?" he asked Quarren as everybody else remained out.
"I don't mind showing," said Quarren sorting out his cards, faces up.
"Which end?" inquired O'Hara.
"An interior." And he touched the Queen of Hearts, carelessly.
"Crazy playing and lunatic's luck," commented Lacy. "Dankmere, and you, too, Sir Charles, you'd better cut and run for home as fast as your little legs can toddle. Quarren is on the loose."
Sir Charles laughed, glanced at Quarren, then turned to Dankmere.
"It's none of my business," he said, "but if you really are in the devilish financial straits you pretend to be, why don't you square up things and go into trade?"