He flung money on the table.
All that he had went into the pot, and still he would not call.

He offered his I.O.U.'s, but Mr.Slush declined to agree.
"Money or its equivalent," said the little man, with such decisiveness that all were astonished.
"I haven't any money," protested Bloodgood.
"Then you are out," said Slush.
"It's robbery!" cried Bloodgood.
"Why, you can't kick; you haven't even called once." "Not even once, saire," purred the Frenchman.
"By blazes! I have the equivalent!" shouted Bloodgood.
Into an inner pocket he plunged.

He brought out a velvet jewel box.

When this was opened, there was a cry of wonder, for a magnificent diamond necklace was revealed.
"That is worth ten thousand dollars!" declared Bloodgood, "and I'll bet as long as it lasts!" Mr.Slush held out his hand.
"Please let me examine it," he said.
He took a good look at it.
"Ees it all right, sair ?" asked the Frenchman, eagerly.
"It is," said Mr.Slush, "and I will take charge of it!" He thrust the case into his pocket, rose quickly, stepped past Montfort and clapped a hand on Bloodgood's shoulder.
"I arrest you, Benton Hammersley, for the Clayton diamond robbery!" he said.

"It is useless for you to resist, for you are on shipboard, and you cannot escape." Bloodgood uttered a fierce curse, "Who in the fiend's name are you ?" he snarled, turning pale.
And "Mr.Slush" answered: "Dan Badger, of the New York detective force! Permit me to present you with a pair of handsome bracelets, Mr.Hammersley." Click--the trapped diamond thief was ironed!.