Reaching over Daylight's shoulder, she picked up his hand and read it, at the same time shielding the faces of the five cards close to his chest.

What she saw were three queens and a pair of eights, but nobody guessed what she saw.

Every player's eyes were on her face as she scanned the cards, but no sign did she give.

Her features might have been carved from ice, for her expression was precisely the same before, during, and after.

Not a muscle quivered; nor was there the slightest dilation of a nostril, nor the slightest increase of light in the eyes.