Harker stared at me 'cross the table top, his hand concealed. He seemed to have a very bleak view of the world. Tipping his hat, he queried me as to why I hadn't dressed for the occasion.
"It's only poker," I replied. "And dressed or not, why do you remain in your hat?"
He smiled at me. Harker had won.
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