I only ever knew 1 Faro dealer/mechanic.
He went by "Mick" and he was Irish and a red head. If you played in his game, you were crazy. Last time I saw him set up was at the Sportsman's Club in Newport about 1963.
They also had one BJ table with the best mechanic in Newport dealing it. Also one crap table with a "crap joint" in it. Screw Andrews had the little club upstairs open for about 9 months, after his return from a federaly funded vacation in Terra Haute, IN.
They cleaned Corky Freckmans clock one night. After Corky put up a fuss about getting cheated, they threw him down a flight of stairs. He went to his car and got some sort of automatic rifle and sprayed the front of the joint. Word was he fired off about 200 rounds.
That ended that!!!!!!

Back to Mick's faro game.
Mick was an OK guy. I know from talking to him, losing his "Sweat Cloth" would have been akin to the Marines losing their colors, in a battle for a Paciic Island.