The Green Bungalow by Fred M. White

Blythe was dominating the situation, as he always did. He knew now that he had these fellow rogues of his in the hollow of his hand, and he was going to do the best he could for them. As he had already explained to Fishbourne, dog does not eat dog, and if he could keep these men out of gaol, consistent with a determination to clear Harley's name, then he was going to do it.

"Now listen to me," he went on. "For certain reasons, those two men there made up their minds to get Roy Harley into their power. He had just come into a deal of money, and, moreover, he had a yacht upon which the partners had designs. So they lured him down to the Green Bungalow to play poker, and they got you, Prest, to join the party. At Shute's instigation Harley brought with him two packs of cards which he had purchased at Weston's in Castle Square, and these he produced on the night I am speaking about, and opened them himself. Now precisely the same thing happened as has happened to-night. The cards were changed by Macglendy, and certain prepared pack substituted for them. I know this is so, because the two packs bought by Harley were carelessly thrown into the drawer of the card table at the bungalow, and left there----"