"I've a right to _call_ for my card turned up, haven't I ?" "Sure thing," said the dealer equably.
"All right, then.

One bad turn deserves another.

But--plenty _cuidado!_ If any card but the eight of hearts turns up, protect yourself, or somebody's widow'll be in a position to collect life insurance, and I ain't married! Turn her over." He leaned lightly on the table with both hands.

Their eyes met in a level gaze.
"Let her zip!" said the Eminent Person.

Without hesitation he dropped the card over.