“I will tell it you, then, once and for ever. Never again, I trust, will
it be necessary for me to open my lips about the miserable business. You
remember our game. You remember how we lost. You remember how you all
retired, and left me sitting in this very room, and at that very table.
Far from being tired, I was exceedingly wakeful, and I remained here for
an hour or more thinking over the incidents of the game and the changes
which it promised to bring about in my fortunes. I had, as you will
recollect, lost heavily, and my only consolation was that my own brother
had won. I knew that, owing to his reckless mode of life, he was firmly
in the clutches of the Jews, and I hoped that that which had shaken my
position might have the effect of restoring his. As I sat there,
fingering the cards in an abstracted way, some chance led me to observe
the small needle-pricks which you have just felt. I went over the packs,
and found, to my unspeakable horror, that any one who was in the secret
could hold them in dealing in such a way as to be able to count the exact
number of high cards which fell to each of his opponents. And then, with
such a flush of shame and disgust as I had never known, I remembered how
my attention had been drawn to my brother’s mode of dealing, its
slowness, and the way in which he held each card by the lower corner.
“I did not condemn him precipitately. I sat for a long time calling to
mind every incident which could tell one way or the other. Alas! it all
went to confirm me in my first horrible suspicion, and to turn it into a
certainty. My brother had ordered the packs from Ledbury’s, in Bond
Street. They had been for some hours in his chambers. He had played
throughout with a decision which had surprised us at the time. Above
all, I could not conceal from myself that his past life was not such as
to make even so abominable a crime as this impossible to him. Tingling
with anger and shame, I went straight up that stair, the cards in my
hand, and I taxed him with this lowest and meanest of all the crimes to
which a villain could descend.
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