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reported.

Peter wiped the tiny knife clean, made it vanish. 'Don't like cheaters,'
he said. 'Maybe I oughta slice your tendons for you. Play hell with your
card game.'

The dealer moaned, shook his head pleadingly.

'You people see anything tonight, or did you go to bed early?' Kipchak
asked.

Heads were vigorously shaken.

The lookout got to her knees, coughed, and threw up. She staggered
toward a toilet. The man Garvin had hit lay motionless.

'You kill him?' Petr asked, not sounding worried.

'No,' Jaansma said. 'He'll wake up in an hour, and be sick like she is,
but nothing lasting.'

'Good. We don't need any courts-martial,' Petr said. 'Now, isn't it
bedtime for you folks?'

The players hurried out.

Petr pulled the dealer to his feet. 'You go on sick call, and swear you
slipped and fell against a hatch dog. Got it? Anything different, and
there'll be two witnesses who'll call you liar when we get to D-Cumbre.

'And then you'd better grow eyes in the back of your head, which I
understand makes a feller nervous after a while.'

'Nothin' happened,' the dealer babbled. 'It's like you said. I swear, I
swear.'

'Good. Here. Take this towel and go find a medic.'

'Not quite yet,' Garvin said. 'For there's still a lesson to be learned
before we offer our final benedictions.' He spoke in measured,
liturgical tones. 'My man here has not yet learned how we discovered his
villainy, and perhaps he could benefit from that information.'

'Don't tell the bastard,' Kipchak said. 'Then he'll do better next time,
and rook another set of fools.'

'Not to worry,' Jaansma said lightly. 'For knaves such as he, there's
never a lesson to be learned until the final one.

'I first noted this man because of the sound. Sound, you say, looking