She did not answer, but stepped inside the caravan and produced a pack of cards, quite new and clean. "Shuffle and cut," she said, handing them to him.
He did so, and cut the ace of hearts.
"You're thinking of her."
"That's true. I was thinking of her prophesying in Scotland that I should be a winner."
She looked into his eyes. "So you will," she answered.
Carstairs felt his pulse tingle with an added determination as she spoke.
Taking hold of him by the right wrist, she turned the palm upwards and looked at it intently for a few seconds. "My word! you are a strong man," she said.
"That's piffle," he answered, "those lines are accentuated by gripping a hammer shaft."
She smiled. "Oh no! Cut again, please."
He cut twelve times, and cut hearts every time.