“So am I,” said Congdon. “Surely you weren’t bluffing against two pat hands.”
“It crossed my mind that the pat hands were bluffing, Judge.”
“Both? I don’t think so.”
“I sure as hell wasn’t bluffing,” said Kincaid. “I had a very pretty heart flush.”
He turned his cards over and spread them faceup so all could see.
“God Almighty, Senator!” said Payne, “Eight, nine, ten, jack, king. Just one short of a straight flush. You’d sure as hell have raised back with that.”
“Short being the key word,” observed Bloom. “And a reminder that straight flushes are scarcer than hens’ teeth.”
“I would very much like to see your cards, Mr. Bell,” said Kincaid.
“You didn’t pay to see them,” said Bell.
Congdon said, “I’ll pay.”
“I beg your pardon, sir?”
“It’s worth one hundred thousand dollars to me to prove that you had a high three of a kind and then drew a pair to make a full house. Which would beat the Senator’s flush and my miserable straight.”
“No bet,” said Bell. “An old friend of mine used to say a bluff should keep them guessing.”
“Just as I thought,” said Congdon. “You won’t take the bet because I’m right. You got lucky and caught another pair.”
“If that is what you would like to believe, Judge, we’ll both go home happy.”
“Dammit!” said the steel magnate. “I’ll make it two hundred thousand. Just show me your hand.”
Bell turned them over. “That fellow also said to show them now and then to make them wonder. You were right about the high three of a kind.”
The steel magnate stared. “I’ll be damned. Three lonely ladies. You were bluffing. You only had trips. I’d have beat you with my straight. Though your flush would have beaten me, Charlie. If Mr. Bell hadn’t forced us both out.”
Charles Kincaid exploded, “You bet half a million dollars on three lousy queens?”
“I’m partial to the ladies,” said Isaac Bell. “Always have been.”
KINCAID REACHED ACROSS AND touched the queens as if not quite believing his eyes. “I will have to arrange to transfer funds when I get to Washington,” he said stiffly.
“No rush,” Bell said graciously. “I’d have had to ask the same.”
“Where should I mail my check?”
“I’ll be at the Yale Club of New York City.”
“Son,” said Congdon, writing a check for which he did nothave to transfer funds to cover, “you sure paid for your train ticket.”
“Train ticket, hell,” said Bloom. “He could buy the train.”
“Sold!” Bell laughed. “Come back to my observation car and drinks are on me, and maybe a bite of late supper. All this bluffing makes me hungry.”
As Bell led them to the rear of the train, he wondered why Senator Kincaid had folded. It had been a strictly correct move, he supposed, but after Congdon had folded it was a lot more cautious than Kincaid had been all night, which was puzzling. It was almost if Kincaid had been acting a bit more the fool earlier than he really was. And what was all that blather about Osgood Hennessy taking enormous risks? He certainly hadn’t improved his benefactor’s standing with the bankers.
Bell ordered champagne for all in the observation car and asked the stewards to serve up a late-night supper. Kincaid said he could stay for only one quick glass. He was tired, he said. But he let Bell pour him a second glass of champagne and then ate some steak and eggs and seemed to get over his disappointment at the card table. The players mingled with one another and some other travelers who were passing the night drinking. Groups formed fluidly, broke up, and formed again. The tale of the three queens was told over and over. As the crowd thinned, Isaac Bell found himself alone with Ken Bloom, Judge Congdon, and Senator Kincaid, who remarked, “I understand you’ve been showing the train crew a wanted poster.”
“A sketch of a man we’re investigating,” Bell answered.