“Milward saw the scratch. He cried out that the cards were marked! Suddenly everyone seemed to be gathered about our table⁠—all talking! Jack had his hand on my shoulder; he and Dare were running through the pack. But all the while I could look at no one but Tracy⁠—Andover. He seemed so sinister, so threatening, in those black clothes of his. His eyes were almost shut⁠—his face so white. And he was looking at me! He seemed to be reading my very soul.⁠ ⁠… For an instant I thought he knew! I wanted to shout out that he was wrong! I wanted to shriek to him to take his eyes away! Heaven knows what I should have done!⁠ ⁠… but he looked away⁠—at Jack, with that sneering smile on his damned mask of a face! I could have killed him for that smile! I think Jack understood it⁠—he dropped the cards, staring at Tracy.