It was in reality one of the new style gambling joints for men and women.
The gay parties of callers on Mrs. LeMar were nothing other than gamblers. The old gambling dens of the icebox doors and steel gratings, of white-coated servants and free food and drink, had pa.s.sed away with "reform." Here was a remarkable new phase of sporting life which had gradually taken its place.
Constance had been looking about curiously in the meantime. On a table she saw copies of the newspapers which published full accounts of the races, something that looked like a racing sheet, and a telephone conveniently located near writing materials. It was a poolroom, too, then, in the daytime, she reasoned.
Surely, in the next room, when the light was on, she saw what looked like a miniature roulette wheel, not one of the elaborate affairs of bright metal and ebony, but one of those that can almost be packed into a suitcase and carried about easily.
That was the secret of the flashily dressed men and women who called on Bella LeMar. They were risking everything, perhaps even honor itself, on a turn of a wheel, the fall of a card, a guess on a horse.
Why had Bella LeMar invited her here? she asked herself.
At first Constance was a little bit afraid that she might have plunged into too deep water. She made up her mind to quit when her losses reached a certain nominal point. But they did not reach it. Perhaps the gamblers were too clever. But Constance seemed always to keep just a little bit ahead of the game.
One person in particular in the group interested her as she endeavored intuitively to take their measure. It was Haddon Halsey, immaculately garbed, with all those little touches of smartness which women like to see.
Once she caught Halsey looking intently at her. Was it he who was letting her win at his expense! Or was his attention to her causing him to neglect his own game and play it poorly?
She decided to quit. She was a few dollars ahead. For excuse she pleaded a headache.
Bella accepted the excuse with a cordial nod and a kind inquiry whether she might not like to lie down.
"No, thank you," murmured Constance. "But the cards make me nervous to-night. Just let me sit here. I"ll be all right in a minute."
As she lolled back on a divan near the players Constance noted, or thought she noted, now and then exchanges of looks between Bella and Watson. What was the bond of intimacy between them? She noted on Mrs.
n.o.ble"s part that she was keenly alive to everything that Halsey did.
It was a peculiar quadrangle.
Halsey was losing heavily in his efforts to retrieve his fortunes. He said nothing, but accepted the losses grimly. Mrs. n.o.ble, however, after each successive loss seemed more and more nervous.
At last, with a hasty look at her wrist watch, she gave a little suppressed scream.
"How the time flies!" she cried. "Who would have thought it as late as that? Really I must go. I expect my husband back from a director"s meeting at ten, and it"s much easier to be home than to have to think up an excuse. No, Haddon, don"t disturb yourself. I shall get a cab at the door. Let me see--two hundred and twenty-eight dollars." She paused as if the loss staggered her. "I"ll have to sign another I O U for it, Bella. There!"
She left in a flutter, as if some one had winked out the light by which she, poor little b.u.t.terfly, had singed her wings, and there was nothing for her but to fly away alone in the darkness with her secret.
Halsey accompanied her to the door. For a moment she raised a questioning face to his, and shot a half covert glance at Constance.
Then, as if with an effort, adhering to her first resolution to go alone, she whispered earnestly, "I hope you win. Luck MUST turn."
Halsey plunged back into the game, now with Bella holding a hand. He played recklessly, then conservatively. It made no difference. The cards seemed always against him. Constance began really to feel alarmed at his manner.
Once, however, he chanced to look up at her. Something in her face must have impressed him. Turning, he flung down the cards in disgust.
"That"s enough for to-night," he exclaimed, rising and draining another gla.s.s on the tray.
"Luck will come your way soon again," urged Bella. "It all averages up in the end, you know. It has to."
"How did you enjoy the evening!" insinuated Bella.
"Very much," replied Constance enthusiastically. "It is so exciting, you know."
"You must come again when more of my friends are here."
"I should like to. But to-night was very nice."
Halsey looked at her contemplatively. She had risen to go. As she took a step or two toward the door, still facing them, she found Halsey at her side.
"Shall we go over to Jack"s for a bite to eat?" he whispered.
There was as much of appeal in his undertone as of invitation.
"Thank you. I shall be glad to go," Constance a.s.sented quickly.
There was something about Haddon Halsey that interested her. Perhaps Bella and Watson exchanged a knowing glance as she crossed the hall for her wraps. Whatever it was, Constance determined to see the thing through to a finish, confident that she was quite able to take care of herself.
Outside the raw night air smote dankly on their fevered faces. As they walked along briskly, too glad to get into the open to summon a car, Constance happened to turn. She had an uncomfortable feeling. She could have sworn some one was following them. She said nothing about a figure a few feet behind them.
The lively, all-night restaurant was thronged. Halsey seemed to throw himself into the gayety with reckless abandon, ordering about twice as much as they could eat and drink. But in spite of the fascination of the scene, Constance could not forget the dark figure skulking behind them in the shadow of the street.
Once she looked up. At another table she could just catch a glimpse of Drummond, of the Burr Detective Agency, alone, oblivious.
Never did he look at them. There was nothing to indicate that he was even interested. But Constance knew that that was the method of his shadowing. Never for a moment, she knew, did he permit himself to look into the eyes of his quarry, even for the most fleeting glance.
She knew, too, that there must be some psychological reason for his not looking at them, as he otherwise must have done, if only by chance. It was the method followed by the expert modern trailer. She knew that if one looks at a person intently while in a public place, for instance, it will not be long before the gaze will be returned. Try as she would, she could not catch Drummond"s eye, however.
Halsey, now that the strain of the game was off, was rattling along about his losses in an undertone to her.
"But what of it?" he concluded. "Any day luck may change. As for myself, I go always on the a.s.sumption that I am the one exception--unlucky both at cards and love. If the event proves I am right, I am not disappointed. If I am wrong, then I am happy."
There was something in the tone of the whimsicality that alarmed her.
It covered a desperation which she felt instinctively.
Why was he talking thus to her, almost a stranger? Surely it could not have been for that that Bella LeMar had brought them together.
Gradually it came to her. The man had really, honestly been struck by her from the moment of their introduction. Instead of allowing others, to say nothing of himself, to lead her on in the path he and Mrs. n.o.ble and the others had entered, he was taking the bit in his teeth, like a high-strung race horse, and was running away, now that Bella LeMar for the moment did not hold the reins. He was warning her openly against the game!
Somehow the action appealed to Constance. It was genuine, disinterested. Secretly, it was flattering. Still, she said nothing about Bella, nor about Mrs. n.o.ble. Halsey seemed to appreciate the fact. His face showed plainly as if he had said it that here, at least, was one woman who was not always talking about others.
There had been a rapid-fire suddenness about his confidences which had fascinated her.
"Are you in business?" she ventured.
"Oh, yes," he laughed grimly. "I"m in business--treasurer of the Exporting & Manufacturing Company."
"But," she pursued, looking him frankly in the face, "I should think you"d be afraid to--er--become involved--"
"I know I am being watched," he broke in impatiently. "You see, I"m bonded, and the bonding companies keep a pretty sharp lookout on your habits. Oh, the crash will come some day. Until it does--let us make the most of it--while it lasts."
He said the words bitterly. Constance was confirmed in her original suspicion of him now. Halsey was getting deeper and deeper into the moral quagmire. She had seen his interest in Mrs. n.o.ble. Had Bella LeMar hoped that she, too, would play will-o "-the-wisp in leading him on?
Over the still half-eaten supper she watched Halsey keenly. A thousand questions about himself, about Mrs. n.o.ble, rushed through her mind.