No slightest motion from either man, no relaxing of those interlocked eyes.

A catching of breaths-- "The eight of hearts!" This in concert by the quartette of undisinterested witnesses.
The two Principals looked down, then.

That the Eminent Person's free hand had remained passive throughout bore eloquent testimony to nerve and integrity alike.

Nevertheless, he now ran that hand slowly through his hair and wiped his forehead.

"That was one long five seconds--most a week, I guess.