Not far away was a table where a poker game was being held.
"Looks like I win again lads," a British-accented young man in a
brown vest and red shirt smirked as he gathered his winnings.
"God damn carneys...." one of the losers grumbled,
"I'm out.""One of these days I'll prove you're a cheat," another vowed.
"Well then... that was a lark," the carney said, "Until next time gents." He got up. It was then a card slipped out of his sleeve.
"Get him!""Oh bloody hell..."