After a while Flossie left them, and the Dummy began to imitate the motions of some one dealing cards, looking at the same time inquiringly into their faces.
"How about that, Bandy ?" asked Vandover.

"Shall we have a game to-night ?" The man of few words merely nodded his head and drank off the rest of his whisky at a swallow.

They all went up to Vandover's room.

Vandover got out the cards, the celluloid chips, and a fresh box of cigars.

The Dummy held up two fingers of his left hand, shutting them together afterward with his right and making a hissing noise between his teeth.
He raised his eyebrows at Vandover.