As this noise ceased Beaucaire lost all control over his nerves.
"Come on, play your hand," he demanded, "or I'll throw my cards in your face." The insinuating sneer on Kirby's lips changed into the semblance of a smile.

Slowly, deliberately, never once glancing down at the face of his cards, he turned them up one by one with his white fingers, his challenging eyes on the Judge; but the others saw what was revealed---a ten spot, a knave, a queen, a king, and an ace.
"Good God! a straight flush!" someone yelled excitedly.

"Damned if I ever saw one before!" For an instant Beaucaire never moved, never uttered a sound.

He seemed to doubt the evidence of his own eyes, and to have lost the power of speech.

Then from nerveless hands his own cards fell face downward, still unrevealed, upon the table.