Five.

Hampton, never stirring a muscle, sat there like a statue, watching.

His right hand kept hidden beneath the table, with his left he quietly drew in the stack of bills and coin, pushing the stuff heedlessly into the side pocket of his coat, his gaze never once wandering from those stricken faces fronting him.

Then he softly pushed back his chair and stood erect.

Willis never moved, but Slavin rose unsteadily to his feet, gripping the table fiercely with both hands.
"Gentlemen," said Hampton, gravely, his clear voice sounding like the sudden peal of a bell, "I can only thank you for your courtesy in this matter, and bid you all good-night.