“Well, now, I’ll make it easy. There it is! Leave it there. Who will try? Who will try?”
A young man wearing a green tie passed over a ten dollar bill.
“Make it all or nothing. All or nothing,” chuckled the operator.
The youth grinned. His confident finger picked the card. It was black.
“You win, brother, you win. I told you. Now, who’ll win next?”
Again he shot a glance at Johnny. Again Johnny was silent.
Twice more the game was played. Each time the conman lost.
“Everybody wins this morning.” The conman’s fingers played with the cards, and in playing bent the corner of the black card ever so slightly upward. Johnny’s keen eyes saw it. When the card was turned, he had picked it right. Five times in imaginary plays the conman tossed the cards down and gathered them up. Each time Johnny’s eye, following the bent card, told him he was right. Six times he picked the black card correctly. Was the conman drunk? He thought not. His keen eyes studied the circle of faces. Then he laughed.
“Where do you think it is?” The conman bantered.
Johnny pointed a finger at the bent card.