ing to fill a straight or a flush, maybe he wouldn't make it. And
maybe something final would happen to all the other players. But that
was the only way he could see for Her Majesty to win.

The card was dealt. The second man stood pat and Malone's green tinge
became obvious to the veriest dunce. The cowboy, on Her Majesty's right,
asked for a card, received it and sat back without a trace of
expression.

The Queen said: "I'll try one for size." She'd picked up poker lingo,
and the basic rules of the game, Malone realized, from the other
players--or possibly from someone at the hospital itself, years ago.

He wished she'd picked up something less dangerous instead, like a love
of big-game hunting, or stunt-flying.

But no. It had to be poker.

The Queen threw away her seven of spades, showing more sense than Malone
had given her credit for at any time during the game. She let the other
card fall and didn't look at it.

She smiled up at Malone and Boyd. "Live dangerously," she said gaily.

Malone gave her a hollow laugh.

The last man drew one card, too, and the betting began.

The Queen's remaining thousand was gone before an eye could notice it.
She turned to Boyd.

"Sir Thomas," she said. "Another five thousand, please. At once."

Boyd said nothing at all, but marched off. Malone noticed, however, that
his step was neither as springy nor as confident as it had been before.
For himself, Malone was sure that he could not walk at all.

Maybe, he thought hopefully, the floor would open up and swallow them
all. He tried to imagine explaining the loss of twenty thousand dollars
to Burris and some congressmen, and after that he watched the floor
narrowly, hoping for the smallest hint of a crack in the palazzo marble.

* * * * *

"May I raise the whole five thousand?" the Queen said.

"It's O.K. with me," the dealer said. "How about the rest of you?"

The four grunts he got expressed a suppressed eagerness. The Queen took
the new chips Boyd had brought her and shoved them into the center of
the table with a fine, careless gesture of her hand. She smiled gaily at
everybody. "Seeing me?" she said.

Everybody was.

"Well, you see, it was this way," Malone muttered to himself,
rehearsing. He half-thought that one of the others would raise again,
but no one did. After all, each of them must be convinced that he held a
great hand, and though raising had gone on throughout the hand