A Model Dialogue
In which is shown how the drawing-room juggler may be permanently cured of his card trick.
The drawing-room juggler, having slyly got hold of the pack of cards at the end of the game of whist, says:
"Ever see any card tricks? Here's rather a good one; pick a card."
"Thank you, I don't want a card."
"No, but just pick one, any one you like, and I'll tell which one you pick."
"You'll tell who?"
"No, no; I mean, I'll know which it is, don't you see? Go on now, pick a card."
"Any one I like?"
"Yes."
"Any colour at all?"
"Yes, yes."
"Any suit?"
"Oh, yes; do go on."
"Well, let me see, I'll—pick—the—ace of spades."
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