In the next room, there were scattered tables. At one, a poker game was in full swing. Only five were playing; one, by his white-tie-and-tails uniform, was easily recognizable as a house dealer. The other four were all men, one of them in full cowboy regalia. The Tudors descended upon them with great suddenness, and the house dealer looked up and almost lost his cigarette.
"We haven"t any money, Your Majesty," Malone whispered.
She smiled up at him sweetly, and then drew him aside. "If you were a telepath," she said, "how would _you_ play poker?"
Malone thought about that for a minute, and then turned to look for Boyd. But Sir Thomas didn"t even have to be given instructions. "Another five hundred?" he said.
Her Majesty sniffed audibly. "Another five thousand," she said regally.
Boyd looked Malone-wards. Malone looked defeated.
Boyd turned with a small sigh and headed for the cashier"s booth. Three minutes later, he was back with a fat fistful of chips.
"Five grand?" Malone whispered to him.
"Ten," Boyd said. "I know when to back a winner."
Her Majesty went over to the table. The dealer had regained control, but looked up at them with a puzzled stare.
"You know," the Queen said, with an obvious attempt to put the man at his ease, "I"ve always wanted to visit a gambling hall."
"Sure, lady," the dealer said. "Naturally."
"May I sit down?"
The dealer looked at the group. "How about your friends?" he said cautiously.
The Queen shook her head. "They would rather watch, I"m sure."
For once Malone blessed the woman"s telepathic talent. He, Boyd and Barbara Wilson formed a kind of Guard of Honor around the chair which Her Majesty occupied. Boyd handed over the new pile of chips, and was favored with a royal smile.
"This is a poker game, ma"am," the dealer said to her, quietly.
"I know, I know," Her Majesty said with a trace of testiness. "Roll "em."
The dealer stared at her popeyed. Next to her, the gentleman in the cowboy outfit turned. "Ma"am, are you from around these parts?" he said.
"Oh, no," the Queen said. "I"m from England."
"England?" The cowboy looked puzzled. "You don"t seem to have any accent, ma"am," he said at last.
"Certainly not," the Queen said. "I"ve lost that; I"ve been over here a great many years."
Malone hoped fervently that Her Majesty wouldn"t mention just how many years. He didn"t think he could stand it, and he was almost grateful for the cowboy"s nasal tw.a.n.g.
"Oil?" he said.
"Oh, no," Her Majesty said. "The Government is providing this money."
"The Government?"
"Certainly," Her Majesty said. "The FBI, you know."
There was a long silence.
At last, the dealer said: "Five-card draw your game, ma"am?"
"If you please," Her Majesty said.
The dealer shrugged and, apparently, commended his soul to a gambler"s G.o.d. He pa.s.sed the pasteboards around the table with the air of one who will have nothing more to do with the world.
Her Majesty picked up her hand.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "May I raise ... five thousand?"]
"The ante"s ten, ma"am," the dealer said softly.
Without looking, Her Majesty removed a ten-dollar chip from the pile before her and sent it spinning to the middle of the table.
The dealer opened his mouth, but said nothing. Malone, meanwhile, was peering over the Queen"s shoulder.
She held a pair of nines, a four, a three and a Jack.
The man to the left of the dealer announced glumly: "Can"t open."
The next man grinned. "Open for twenty," he said.
Malone closed his eyes. He heard the cowboy say: "I"m in," and he opened his eyes again. The Queen was pushing two ten-dollar chips toward the center of the table.
The next man dropped, and the dealer looked round the table. "How many?"
The man who couldn"t open took three cards. The man who"d opened for twenty stood pat. Malone shuddered invisibly. That, he figured, meant at least a straight. And Queen Elizabeth Thompson was going in against a straight or better with a pair of nines, Jack high.
For the first time, it was borne in on Malone that being a telepath did not necessarily mean that you were a good poker player. Even if you knew what every other person at the table held, you could still make a whole lot of stupid mistakes.
He looked nervously at Queen Elizabeth, but her face was serene.
Apparently she"d been following the thoughts of the poker players, and not concentrating on him at all. That was a relief. He felt, for the first time in days, as if he could think freely.
The cowboy said: "Two," and took them. It was Her Majesty"s turn.
"I"ll take two," she said, and threw away the three and four. It left her with the nine of spades and the nine of hearts, and the Jack of diamonds.
These were joined, in a matter of seconds, by two bright new cards: the six of clubs and the three of hearts.
Malone closed his eyes. Oh, well, he thought.
It was only thirty bucks down the drain. Practically nothing.
Of course Her Majesty dropped at once; knowing what the other players held, she knew she couldn"t beat them after the draw. But she did like to take long chances, Malone thought miserably. Imagine trying to fill a full house on one pair!