A visiting Englishman on his way from his boat to his hotel dropped in at a certain place for a drink.
He found the company congenial and drifted into a little game which further interested him.

It was a perfectly straight game, and he was a perfectly good sport.

He stayed there two weeks.

No: I shall _not_ state what the place was.

But I think the story is true.
Personally, I don't blame the Englishman.