"Superstitious? I?" she exclaimed. "Oh, that's the last thing my enemies would accuse me of being!"
I paused, looking hard at her.
"And yet," I said seriously, "judging by your eyes, I should say that you are remarkably psychic, and most people who are psychic are superstitious up to a point."
I went on looking at her, staring right into her eyes, which she kept set on mine. She did not in the least suspect my identityI was now positive of that. I had spoken all the time in an assumed voice.
"Yes," I said at last, impressively.
"Yes what?" she asked quickly; she was not smiling now. "Why do you say 'yes' like that? What does it mean?"
Apparently our conversation disturbed some of the players, so I said to her seriously, indicating an alcove at the end of the room:
"Let us go over there. I should like to talk to you."
She made no demur, and presently we sat together in the alcove, partly concealed by palms and other plants, a small table between us.
"Now tell me how you win, and how I am to win," she exclaimed, as soon as we were seated. "I should dearly love to know."