How you like zat for a straight flush ?" He lay his cards on the table, and he had the two, three, four, five and six of hearts.
There was a shout of astonishment.
"Ze pot ees mine!" exultantly cried the Frenchman.
"Stop!" rang out Frank Merriwell's clear voice.

"That pot is not yours!" Everyone looked at Merry.
"He is using a table 'hold-out!'" accused Frank, pointing straight at Montfort.

"I saw him make the shift.

The five cards that really belong in his hands will be found in the hold-out under the table!" There was dead silence.

The Frenchman turned sallow.
"It makes no difference," said the quiet voice of the detective, breaking the silence.