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Crooks Den.

The smoke filled room stung my eyes, tears slowly rolled down my cheeks. Another quickly snatched look and I raised the poker game with the rest of my money. The pile of money on the table was huge I could feel the sweat starting to pour down the back of my neck. Was this the knowledge that I had a Royal Flush ace high or were my fellow players all known to me as the worst crooks in town? Now we were just two players left with this very large pot of money. My next thought would I get out of this room alive. Too much money, too many big time crooks. Dimly I heard the words “I will see you,” Slowly as if I was enjoying myself I placed card after card on to the table ten, jack, queen, king ace of hearts a Royal flush that cannot be beaten. The last player sitting opposite me grinned a crooked grin. Do you really think that you can walk out of this room with nearly five thousand pounds? Now it was my turn to smile. Oh! I am going to be the last person to leave this room listen to the sirens that is the first lot soon this place will be full of special squad officers from Scotland Yard. You are right in one thing that money on the table that is rightfully mine will not wander into my pocket, it will be given to the Children’s Hospital they badly need money for new equipment. I would not go for that gun under your arm. Three guns are pointing at you. You didn’t think that I would play cards with ten known Gangsters without taking some precautions, did you?

The crook got up and walked to the door, I called after him thank you from the sick children. His reply was one I had often heard from gangsters of his sort. One day I will get the chance to kill you, no one pulls a deal like you did on me and gets away with it.

Just one game of cards and the Courts of Law with its judges, lawyers had their hands full for a few weeks and many of the crooks wandered behind bars for many a year. Me I am still one of Scotland Yards best men.