— X —CONVICTION
On the evening of the day when Nebelsen had accused the idol, Campion went to his club, and, as had become a habit of his, joined the poker-playing set in the card-room. But that night he did not play long; whether the light was bad, or he was more than usually careless in glancing at his hand, he found himself betting confidently on a supposed red-flush or a sequence of hearts and diamonds, when the final challenge to show his cards would invariably reveal the presence of an unsuspected spade or club, which of course, by the laws of poker, was fatal to his pretensions. Even then he could not accept the ruling of the rest without some protest, and found himself so continually at variance on the question of suits and sequences, that at last, after losing more heavily than u
