A Hand of Whist
By Len Morgan
For an hour
Forbes stood impassively behind his master at the Carlton Gentlemen's Club, as
Sir Geoffrey played his cards, badly, and got punished for it. One
man was winning consistently. He knew when to play a hand and when
to fold. He wasn't greedy and was happy to win small hands and cause no
real embarrassment. He made the game enjoyable for the other players,
offering congratulations on good play and advice between hands, without seeming
to preach. In contrast to Sir Geoffrey, who was a bad player and a
notoriously bad loser. He lost hand after hand regardless of who
partnered him. He'd lost close to a 100 guineas when he left the table in
a huff; Forbes followed, a step behind his master, as dictated by form.
"Unmitigated
cheek Forbes. Damned Galsworthy cheated me out of 200 guineas!"
" I saw no
evidence of cheating Sir Geoffrey, the fellows an uncommonly good player, and I
counted but 100 guineas leave your purse, sir,"
"Are you
calling me a liar Forbes?"
"No sir, Au
contraire, I'm simply suggesting that in the heat of the moment it's easy to
miscount. In a sense, you could say I've halved your losses at a stroke
sir."
"I'm not in
the mood for jokes Forbes. Do you play whist?"
"I do
sir," he said as he assisted his master into the coach, taking the seat
opposite as propriety dictates.
"What kind
of player are you?"
"Actually,
I'm quite proficient sir."
"And, you
think I play badly?"
"I wouldn't
say that sir."
"Aha!
Now you're being diplomatic..."
"Well sir, I
would say there is room for improvement."
"Room for
improvement? Impudent scally, you think you could beat me?"
"No sir!
I wouldn't be happy about taking your money. But, I could play
along and point out other possible stratagems."
"Heh, heh,
you're going to teach me how to play eh?"
"It is
within the remit of a manservant to maximise his masters potential."
"Well, we
would need two other players."
"I would
suggest Mr Jarvis your butler, and Smythe, your stable master, sir.
Both are
excellent players. We could play for farthings to save embarrassment."
"Farthings?
Farthings? I couldn't possibly play for such low stakes."
"They are
house stakes sir, but if we play with chips you could call them guineas.
Remember the object is to improve your play not to take your money, sir."
.-...-.
So, That evening,
in the saddle room of Harley Manor, they played their first hand of
whist. After the first hand had been won, by Jarvis & Smythe, they
laid out their cards and talked through the plays. At the conclusion, the
result was unchanged. But, over the next three hands, to Sir Geoffrey's
surprise, the analysis reversed the results.
At the evenings
conclusion, Sir Geoffrey paid out 20 guineas to his surprised Butler &
Groom and Forbes paid out 20 farthings (5 pennies).
"Same again
tomorrow evening," said Sir Geoffrey." By the end of the month,
Sir Geoffrey was winning as many hands as he lost.
.-...-.
They returned to
his club after five weeks absence, to the great relief of Galsworthy and other
players anticipating a pecuniary improvement. But, by the end of the
evening, their disappointment was evident, when Sir Geoffrey left the table
with 120 guineas of their money.
"Extraordinary
lucky," said major Griffin .
Galsworthy
smiled. "He's taking lessons."
"I say,
dashed unsporting what?" said colonel Fisher.
"No, no,
we'll get it all back with interest tomorrow eh colonel?" said the major.
"Hehem..."
the colonel replied
"Well, it
certainly made the game more interesting. If you like I'll pair with him
when next we meet," said Galsworthy.
As matters
transpired it would be a week before they next saw Sir Geoffrey. Forbes
was confident that they were well prepared and so it proved. Galsworthy
and Sir Geoffrey took 300 guineas away from the table that evening.
"Well sir,
you are now officially an excellent player. So, I doubt you will be
joining our games in the tack room in future," Forbes sounded genuinely
regretful as he assisted Sir Geoffrey into his coach.
"Not a bit
of it Forbes, the players at the Carlton Club come a poor second to the members
of the Harley Manor club, like taking candy canes from babies! Tell
Jarvis & Smythe I intend winning all my money back; every brass
farthing!"
"Gloves off
sir?" Forbes broke into an uncharacteristic smile, rubbing his hands
as he took his seat. The wily servants had been sharing the guineas three
ways; now they would step it up a gear.
Like the interplay of conversation between the lackey and the grandee. Each had a distinctive voice that never wavered.
ReplyDeleteI forecast a "sting" in this (tail) an entertaining tale. Some people never learn. Poor Sir Geoffrey is obviously one of them.
ReplyDeleteWooster & Geeves?
DeleteVery entertaining story. Enjoyed it very much and the interaction between the characters, I thought, was great. A part 2 maybe?
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