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looking from him to Jack and back again. .. I remember Fitgerald dropped his handkerchief-I was absurdly interested in that. I was wondering why he did not pick it up, when Andover spoke again. 'And Carstares' luck turned. . .?' Like that, War- burton! With just that faint, questioning in his voice. "Before Jack could speak there was an outcry. Dare cried 'Shame!' to Andover. They laughed at him, as well they might. But I saw them exchange glances they were wondering.. It was sus- picious that Jack should have had that run of luck- and that he should lose as soon as he left that table. "Milward-poor, silly Milward-gaped at Tracy and stuttered that surely 'twas another pack we had used. I could hardly breathe! Then Andover cor- rected him-How did he know? No one else remembered, or thought of noticing-only he! . . "I can see Jack now, standing there so stiffly, with his head thrown up, and those blue eyes of his flashing. "Do I understand you to accuse me, Belmanoir?' he said. Oh, but he was furious! "Tracy never said a word. Only his eyes just flickered to my face and away again. I "Jack's hand was gripping my shoulder hard. could feel his anger.. Dare called out that the suggestion was preposterous. That John should cheat! "Tracy asked him if the cards were his. Gad! I can hear his soft, mocking voice now! "Dare went purple-you know his way, Warburton. "Opened in your presence on this table!' he cried. "By Carstares!' smiled Tracy. "It was true. But why should Tracy remember it, and none other? They stared at him, amazed. Dare turned to Jack for corroboration. He nodded. I think he never looked haughtier.