how to handle the voters. I've read a lot about him, and I like his style."
"You let history alone," snarled Mr. Max, across the aisle, "or it'll repeat itself and another guy I know'll go to the island."
"If you mean me," returned Cargan, "forget it. There ain't no St Helena in my future." He winked at Magee. "Lou's a little peevish this morning," he said. "Had a bad night."
He busied himself with the cards. Mr. Magee looked on, only half interested. Then, suddenly, his interest grew. He watched the mayor build, in two piles; he saw that the deck from which he built was thick. A weird suspicion shot across his mind.
"Tell me," he asked, "is this the admiral's game of solitaire?"
"Exactly what I was going to ask," said a voice. Magee looked up. Kendrick had come in, and stood now above the table. His tired eyes were upon it, fascinated; his lips twitched strangely.
"Yes," answered the mayor, "this is the admiral's game. You'd hardly expect me to know it, would you? I don't hang out at the swell clubs
