A Spaceship Named: 45 Sci-Fi Novels & Stories in One Volume. Randall Garrett

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      Malone wondered if she should be allowed to stay for one more hand. There was, he estimated, about two thousand dollars in front of her. Then he wondered how he was going to stop her.

      The cards were dealt.

      The first man said quietly: "Open for two hundred."

      Malone looked at the Queen's hand. It contained the Ace, King, Queen and ten of clubs--and the seven of spades.

      Oh, no. He thought. She couldn't possibly be thinking of filling a flush.

      He knew perfectly well that she was.

      The second man said: "And raise two hundred."

      The Queen equably tossed (counting, Malone thought, the ante) five hundred into the pot.

      The cowboy muttered to himself for a second, and finally shoved in his money.

      "I think I'll raise it another five hundred," the Queen said calmly.

      Malone wanted to die of shock.

      Unfortunately, he remained alive and watching. He saw the last man, after some debate internal, shove a total of one thousand dollars into the pot.

      "Cards?" said the dealer. The first man said: "One."

      It was too much to hope for, Malone thought. If that first man were trying 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 $20,000 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 okay 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, each must now be afraid of going the least little bit too far and scaring the others out.

      "Mr. Congressman," Malone muttered. "There's this game called poker. You play it with cards and money. Chiefly money."

      That wasn't any good.

      "You've been called," the dealer said to the first man, who'd opened the hand a year or so before.

      "Why, sure," the player said, and laid down a pair of aces, a pair of threes--and a four. One of the threes, and the four, were clubs. That reduced the already improbable chances of the Queen's coming up with a flush.

      "Sorry," said the second man, and laid down a straight with a single gesture.

      The straight was nine-high and there were no clubs in it. Malone felt devoutly thankful for that.

      The second man reached for the money but, under the popeyed gaze of the dealer, the fifth man laid down another straight--this one ten high. The nine was a club Malone felt the odds go down, right in his own stomach.

      And now the cowboy put down his cards. The King of diamonds. The King of hearts. The Jack of diamonds. The Jack of spades. And--the Jack of hearts.

      Full house. "Well," said the cowboy, "I suppose that does it."

      The Queen said: "Please. One moment."

      The cowboy stopped halfway in his reach for the enormous pile of chips. The Queen laid down her four clubs--Ace, King, Queen and ten-- and for the first time flipped over her fifth card.

      It was the Jack of clubs.

      "My God," the cowboy said, and it sounded like a prayer. "A royal flush."

      "Naturally," the Queen said. "What else?"

      Her Majesty calmly scooped up the tremendous pile of chips. The cowboy's hands fell away. Five mouths were open around the table.

      Her Majesty stood up. She smiled sweetly at the men around the table. "Thank you very much, gentlemen," she said. She handed the chips to Malone, who took them in nerveless fingers. "Sir Kenneth," she said, "I hereby appoint you temporary Chancellor of the Exchequer--at least until Parliament convenes."

      There was, Malone thought, at least thirty-five thousand dollars in the pile. He could think of nothing to say.

      So, instead of using up words, he went and cashed in the chips. For once, he realized, the Government had made money on an investment. It was probably the first time since 1775.

      Malone thought vaguely that the government ought to make more investments like the one he was cashing in. If it did, the National Debt could be wiped out in a matter of days.

      He brought the money back. Boyd and the Queen were waiting for him, but Barbara was still in the ladies' lounge. "She's on the way out," the Queen informed him, and, sure enough, in a minute they saw the figure approaching them. Malone smiled at her, and, tentatively, she smiled back. They began the long march to the exit of the club, slowly and СКАЧАТЬ