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Tickell turned his cards. "A straight." The men all bent over to look. "King high--there you are, nine, ten, knave, queen, king; a mixed lot, but they'll take some beating." Something on Beaton's face seemed to suggest that the other's hand was unexpectedly strong. He smiled--not easily. "You're right, they will; and I'm afraid----" He turned his hand half over, then, letting the five cards fall uppermost on the table, sat and stared at him, as if startled. It was Major Reith who announced the value of the hand. "A full and ace high--he's got you, Jack; a bumper, Sydney." He pushed the salver which served as a pool over towards Beaton. Obviously it contained a great deal of money; there were both notes and gold, and cheques and half-sheets of paper. "What will you take for it, Sydney?" asked George Pierce. Anthony Dodwell interposed. "One moment, before Beaton takes either the pool or--anything else. Perhaps he won't mind saying what is the card that he dropped on the floor."