Baker and I were carried along, unwilling to cast away our large investments^ The four of us had run out of chips, and greenbacks now lay in a drift over the huge sprawl of markers.
” ‘Well,’ Davidson said, following Brewer’s latest raise, ‘I believe I’ll simply call. If you’ve been running a bluff, Henry, it’s been a fine one. But I have you beaten and Jack’s got a long trip ahead of him tomorrow.’ And with that he put a five-dollar bill on top of the pile and said, ‘I call.’
“I don’t know about the others, but I felt a distinct sense of relief that had little to do with the large sum of money I had put into the pot. The game had been becoming cutthroat, and while Baker and I could afford to lose, if it came to that, Jase Davidson could not. He was currently at loose ends; living on a trust fund — not a large one — left him by his aunt. And Brower — how well could he stand the loss? Remember, gentlemen, that by this time there was better than a thousand dollars on the table.”
George paused here. His pipe had gone out.
“Well, what happened?” Adley leaned forward. “Don’t tease us, George. You’ve got us all on the edge of our chairs. Push us off or settle us back in.”
“Be patient,” George said, unperturbed. He produced another match, scratched it on the sole of his shoe, and puffed at his pipe. We waited intently, without speaking. Outside, the wind
screeched and hooted around the eaves.
When the pipe was aglow and things seemed set to rights, George continued:
“As you know, the rules of poker state that the man who has been called should show
first. But Baker was too anxious to end the tension; he pulled out one of his three down cards and turned it over to show four kings.
” ‘That does me,’ I said. ‘A flush.’
” ‘I have you,’ Davidson said to Baker, and showed two of his down cards. Two aces, to make four. ‘Damn well played.’ And he began to pull in the huge pot.
” ‘Wait!’ Brower said. He did not reach out and touch Davidson’s hand as most would
have done, but his voice was enough. Davidson paused to look and his mouth fell—actually fell open as if all the muscles there had turned to water. Brower had turned over all three of his down cards, to reveal a straight flush, from the eight to the queen. ‘I believe this beats your aces?’
Brower said politely.
“Davidson went red, then white. ‘Yes,’ he said slowly, as if discovering the fact for the first time. ‘Yes, it does.’
“I would give a great deal to know Davidson’s motivation for what came next. He knew
of Brewer’s extreme aversion to being touched; the man had showed it in a hundred different ways that night. It may have been that Davidson simply forgot it in his desire to show Brower (and all of us) that he could cut his losses and take even such a grave reversal in a sportsmanlike way. I’ve told you that he was something of a puppy, and such a gesture would probably have been in his character. But puppies can also nip when they are provoked. They aren’t killers — a puppy won’t go for the throat; but many a man has had his fingers stitched to pay for teasing a little dog too long with a slipper or a rubber bone. That would also be a part of Davidson’s character, as I remember him.
“I would, as I can say, give a great deal to know… but the results are all that matter, I suppose.
“When Davidson took his hands away from the pot, Brower reached over to rake it in. At that instant, Davidson’s face lit up with a kind of ruddy good fellowship, and he plucked
Brower’s hand from the table and wrung it firmly. ‘Brilliant playing, Henry, simply brilliant. I don’t believe I ever — ‘
“Brower cut him off with a high, womanish scream that was frightful in the deserted
silence of the game room, and jerked away. Chips and currency cascaded every which way as the table tottered and nearly fell over.