A Dangerous Fortune - Ken Follett [63]
While the others were still making themselves comfortable and lighting their cigars he asked a waiter for three new decks of cards. When the man came back he naturally handed the cards to Micky.
In order to control the game Micky had to deal, so his first challenge was to make sure he was banker. This involved two tricks: neutralizing the cut, and second-card dealing. They were both relatively simple, but he was stiff with tension, and that could make a man bungle the easiest maneuvers.
He broke the seals. The cards were always packed the same way, with the jokers on top and the ace of spades at the bottom. Micky took out the jokers and shuffled, enjoying the clean slippery feel of the new cards. It was the simplest of operations to move an ace from the bottom to the top of the pack; but then he had to let one of the other players cut the cards without moving the ace from the top.
He passed the pack to Solly, sitting on his right. As he put it down he contracted his hand a fraction, so that the top card—the ace of spades—stayed in his palm, concealed by the breadth of his hand. Solly cut. Keeping his hand palm-downward all the time to conceal the ace, Micky picked up the pack, replacing the hidden card on top as he did so. He had successfully neutralized the cut.
“High card gets the bank?” he said, forcing himself to sound indifferent as to whether they said yes or no.
There was a murmur of assent.
Holding the pack firmly, he slid the top card back a fraction of an inch and began to deal fast, keeping the top card back and always dealing the second until he came to himself, when at last he dealt the ace. They all turned over their cards. Micky’s was the only ace, so he was banker.
He managed a casual smile. “I think I’m going to be lucky tonight,” he said.
No one commented.
He relaxed a little.
Concealing his relief, he dealt the first hand.
Tonio was playing on his left, with Edward and Viscount Montagne. On his right were Solly and Captain Carter. Micky did not want to win: that was not his purpose tonight. He just wanted Tonio to lose.
He played fair for a while, losing a little of Augusta’s money. The others relaxed and ordered another round of drinks. When the time was right, Micky lit a cigar.
In the inside pocket of his dress coat, next to his cigar case, was another deck of cards—bought at the stationer’s in St. James’s Street where the club’s playing cards came from, so that they would match.
He had arranged the extra deck in winning pairs, all giving a total of nine, the highest score: four and five, nine and ten, nine and jack, and so on. The surplus cards, all tens and court cards, he had left at home.
Returning his cigar case to his pocket, he palmed the extra deck; then, picking up the pack from the table with his other hand, he slid the new cards to the bottom of the old pack. While the others mixed their brandy and water he shuffled, carefully bringing to the top of the pack, in order, one card from the bottom, two cards at random, another from the bottom, and another two at random. Then, dealing first to his left, then to his right, then to himself, he gave himself the winning pair.
Next time around he gave Solly’s side a winning hand. For a while he continued the same way, making Tonio lose and Solly win. The money he won from Tonio’s side was thus paid out to Solly’s side, and no suspicion attached to Micky, for the pile of sovereigns in front of him remained about the same.
Tonio had started by putting on the table most of the money he had won at the races—about a hundred pounds. When it was down to about fifty, he stood up and said: “This side is unlucky—I’m going to sit by Solly.” He moved to the other side of the table.
That won’t help you, Micky thought. It was no more difficult to make the left side win and the right side lose from now on. But it made him nervous to hear Tonio talk about bad luck. He wanted Tonio to go on thinking he was lucky