Chapter 25Dorian sat at a table with a hand of cards. Turning around, he showed his hand of four aces to a man standing to his right and said, “D'you think I'll win with these?
Right behind him, seated at another table, playing some strange game with dice, Saint Germain turned around. Scrutinizing the hand, he said, “You won't win with that hand, I'm afraid.”
“I will if you don't cheat, you mean,” Dorian shot back.
“I do not need to cheat in cards, my friend. By the way, is he here, yet?”
“Who?”
“The man we're after.”
“I don't know,” Dorian said looking around. “What's his name?”
“I believe his name is Phineas Gardner,” Saint Germain answered distractedly as he threw his dice. “He's tall, somewhat athletic build with large blue eyes. Shaved head.”
“Yes, I think I see him now,” Dori
