They listened on in silence, but presently a bedtime story brought a bellow of rage from the millionaire and Thorn, getting his cue, shut off the machine.
Madden stirred restlessly in his chair. “We haven’t enough for bridge,” he remarked. “How about a little poker to pass the time, my boy?”
“Why—that would be fine,” Eden replied. “I’m afraid you’re pretty speedy company for me, however.”
“Oh, that’s all right—we’ll put a limit on it.”
Madden was on his feet, eager for action. “Come along.”
They went into the living-room and closed the doors. A few moments later the three of them sat about a big round table under a brilliant light.
“Jacks or better,” Madden said. “Quarter limit, eh?”
“Well—” replied Eden, dubiously.
He had good reason to be dubious, for he was instantly plunged int
