(Tuesday, September 16; 1 p. m.)
Vance slept late the following morning, and spent the hour or so before lunch checking a catalogue of ceramics which were to be auctioned next day at the Anderson Galleries. At one o'clock we entered the Stuyvesant Club and joined Markham in the grill.
"The lunch is on you, old thing," said Vance. "But I'll make it easy. All I want is a rasher of English bacon, a cup of coffee, and a croissant."
Markham gave him a mocking smile.
"I don't wonder you're economizing after your bad luck of last night."
Vance's eyebrows went up.
"I rather fancied my luck was most extr'ordin'ry."
"You held four of a kind twice, and lost both hands."
"But, y' see," blandly confessed Vance, "I happened to know both times exactly what cards my opponents held."
Markham stared at him in amazement.
"Quite so," Vance assured him. "I had arranged before the game, d' ye see, to have those particular hands dealt." He smiled benignly. "I can't tell you, old chap, how I admire your delicacy in not referring to my rather unique guest, Mr. Allen, whom I had
