None could detect. The cards were again shuffled by a looker-on. It was Malcolm’s deal.
“I must not make too often. This time you shall march. You see I have given you three trumps and a king and an ace of another suit.” And so it was.
The cards were shuffled again. “You must make one this time.” And so it was.
“Now,” said Malcolm, “please say whether I shall make one, or lose one, or go out.”
It was the captain’s deal, and the company requested Malcolm to go out if he could.
“Very well then, I cut a bower; the left is next above it as they fell into the last hand, and so will not be out.”
Malcolm ordered up a queen, took it out with a king, and made three low clubs and won the game.
“Let’s take another pack while these gimlet-eyed fellows hunt up the markings. This edition was gotten up by Sunderland for a high-low-jack pack, and was read the first night. The profession never use it, the marks are so apparent. Try it once at all-fours.”
The cards were dealt by the captain, and Malcolm said, “I will stand, although I have but one trump, for you have none.” And Malcolm made three points.
“Had you detected the manipulation, I should have lost and you would have made three.