Spencer bent over him. "Come, Charlie," he said.
If either of them had noticed, they would have seen a faint flicker of interest in the eyes of the dealer. But they were not looking at the dealer. Charlie was relieved to see who it was. He had been afraid that it was some one else—the police, perhaps.
"Let me alone, Spencer," he replied disdainfully. "If you think that I'm coming now, you're greatly mistaken. In a couple of hours, perhaps."
Eugene bent farther over. "Sally's waiting for you outside." He spoke very low; it was scarcely more than a whisper. But the dealer must have heard, for the interest in his eyes was more than a flicker now.
In Charlie's eyes there was a momentary fear. It was but momentary.
He laughed nervously. "I hope she won't get tired of waiting." He shook his head. "I won't come now."
Eugene bent lower yet. "She told me to tell you that she should wait until you did."
The dealer was waiting for them. There was a flash of irritation in Charlie's eyes and he turned to the table. "Go to the devil!" he said.
There was a snicker from some of those seated about the table. Eugene reddened and drew back and the game went on.