By the time we arrived tableside the board read , there was already over 25,000 in the pot, and Arnaud Mattern on the button was betting 14,800. His opponent under the gun looked horrified. He picked up the chips for the call and dangled them over the felt, checking for a reaction, but Mattern was not paying attention, instead surveying the room with a nonchalance that could have indicated anything. Eventually Mr. Under The Gun folded face up.