Delaporte, of course, was in the thing.
When they proposed a game of cards I chipped in, thinking to watch the
fun. When we started playing Dimsdale and Pelham were the losers. Then
they began to get at me. Bannister palmed a king into his hand and I
palmed an ace. That seemed fair enough, eh?"
Mr. Bundercombe's expression as he looked at me was the expression of an
appealing child. I bit my lip.
"A minute or two later I tumbled to the whole situation," he went on.
"Dimsdale and Pelham weren't jays at all. It was a gang of four and they
raked me in for the mug. After I'd tumbled to that I must confess I took
some interest in the game. If they had given me another quarter of an hour
I should have won every chip there was going. My boy," Mr. Bundercombe
went on, a sudden grin transfiguring his expressive countenance, "it was
worth a fortune to see their faces!
"I was a bit out of practice, but I guarantee I'd make a living with my
fingers and a pack of cards anywhere yet and defy detection. I had 'em all
guessing before long; and, Paul, you should have seen their faces when
they tumbled to it! I tell you they bundled me out in double-quick time
and I laughed all the way home. Four sharks to pitch upon me as a victim!"
He began to laugh again, but the sight of my grave face checked him.
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