Then Immelan gathered up the cards.
"I have the utmost respect for Mr.Kingley as an adversary," he said.
The latter bowed a little ironically.
"May you always preserve that sentiment! To-day, chance seems to have made us partners.

Your deal, Mr.Immelan." "What stakes ?" the Prince enquired, settling himself down in his chair.
"They are for you to name," Immelan declared.
The Prince laughed shortly.
"I believe you are as great a gambler at heart as I am," he observed.
"With Mr.Kingley for my partner, and the game one of skill," was the courteous reply, "I do not need to limit my stakes." A servant crossed the room, bringing a note upon a tray.

He presented it to Kingley, who opened and read it through without change of countenance.

When he had finished it, however, he laid his cards face downwards upon the table.
"Gentlemen," he said, "I owe you my most profound apologies.

I am called away at once on a matter of urgent business." "But this is most annoying," the Prince declared irritably.
"Here comes my saviour," Kingley remarked, as another man entered the card room.