Refined sleight-of-h

the most adroit and clever in his villany; he is,

f he does not dazzle by the brilliancy of his conversation, it is that he does not wish to

s that delicacy of perception, exquisite tact, and above all, that marvellous talent of appreciation of character, of which I have already spoken in my work, "Confessions of a Wizard." When he is victimising his dupes, his eyes, seemingly fixed on his

try and baffle him, by putting on a dull and stolid expression of countenance; the slightest movement of the nerv

ly useful to him, in discovering if h

robabilities of all games of chance, so cleverly described by Van Tenac, are the princi

thus, no one knows better than he, how to change one card for another, make a false cut, to abstract or add a

m. One is perhaps the slightest shade more highly coloured than the rest. Another has on some particular part a spot

s through his hands, aided by a slight indentation which he makes on them with his nail. Once able to distinguish them, he

atering-places. He invariably directs his steps towards that celebrated and brilliant oasis, which wi

of his adversaries, that he realises enormous

w retire into private life; there to live an existence of fear and remorse, so well depicted b