"I will eat one more," he declared. "We will bilk the management. The bill is made out. I shall not be observed. Our friend," he continued, under his breath, "has secured a valuable bodyguard, something very large and exceedingly powerful."
Draconmeyer hesitated for a moment. Then he turned to Mr. Grex.
"You have perhaps observed," he said, "the young man who is seated at the next table. It may amuse you to hear of a very extraordinary piece of impertinence of which, only this afternoon, he was guilty. He accosted me upon the Terrace--he is a young American whom I have met in London--and asked me for information respecting a Mr. and Miss Grex."
Mr. Grex looked slowly towards the speaker. There was very little change in his face, yet Draconmeyer seemed in some way confused.
"You will understand, I am sure, sir," he continued, a little hastily, "that I was in no way to blame for the question which the young man addressed to me. He had the presumption to enquire whether I could procure for him an introduction to the young lady whom he knew as Miss Grex. Even at this moment," Draconmeyer went on, lowering his voice, "he is trying to persuade Hunterleys to let him come over to us."
"The young man," Mr. Grex said deliberately, "is ignorant. If necessary, he must be taught his lesson."
Selingman intervened. He breathed a heavy sigh.
"Well," he observed, "I perceive that the task at which we have hinted is to fall upon my shoulders. We must do what we can. I am a tender-hearted man, and if extremes can be avoided, I shall like my task better.... And now I have changed my mind. The loss of that six louis weighs upon me. I shall endeavour to regain it. Let us go."
They rose and pa.s.sed out into the roulette rooms. Richard Lane, who remained in his seat with an effort, watched them pa.s.s with a frown upon his face.
"Say, Sir Henry," he complained, "I don"t quite understand this. Why, I"d only got to go over to Draconmeyer there and stand and talk for a moment, and he must have introduced me."
Hunterleys shook his head.
"Let me a.s.sure you," he said, "that Draconmeyer would have done nothing of the sort. For one thing, we don"t introduce over here as a matter of course, as you do in America. And for another--well, I won"t trouble you with the other reason.... Look here, Lane, take my advice, there"s a sensible fellow. I am a man of the world, you know, and there are certain situations in which one can make no mistake. If you are as hard hit as you say you are, go for a cruise and get over it. Don"t hang around here. No good will come of it."
The young man set his teeth. He was looking very determined indeed.
"There isn"t anything in this world, short of a bomb," he declared, "which is going to blow me out of Monte Carlo before I have made the acquaintance of Miss Grex!"
CHAPTER VII
THE EFFRONTERY OF RICHARD
Hunterleys took leave of his companion as soon as they arrived at the roulette rooms.
"Take my advice, Lane," he said seriously. "Find something to occupy your thoughts. Throw a few hundred thousand of your dollars away at the tables, if you must do something foolish. You"ll get into far less trouble."
Richard made no direct reply. He watched Hunterleys depart and took up his place opposite the door to await his sister"s arrival. It was a quarter to five before she appeared and found him waiting for her in the doorway.
"Say, you"re late, Flossie!" he grumbled. "I thought you were going to be here soon after four."
She glanced at the little watch upon her wrist.
"How the time does slip away!" she sighed. "But really, d.i.c.ky, I am late in your interests as much as anything. I have been paying a few calls. I went out to the Villa Rosa to see some people who almost live here, and then I met Lady Crawley and she made me go in and have some tea."
"Well?" he asked impatiently. "Well?"
She laid her fingers upon his arm and drew him into a less crowded part of the room.
"d.i.c.ky," she confessed, "I don"t seem to have had a bit of luck. The Comtesse d"Hausson, who lives at the Villa Rosa, knows them and showed me from the window the Villa Mimosa, where they live, but she would tell me absolutely nothing about them. The villa is the finest in Monte Carlo, and has always been taken before by some one of note. She declares that they do not mix in the society of the place, but she admits that she has heard a rumour that Grex is only an a.s.sumed name."
"I begin to believe that myself," he said doggedly. "Hunterleys knows who they are and won"t tell me. So does that fellow Draconmeyer."
"Sir Henry and Mr. Draconmeyer!" she repeated, raising her eyes. "My dear d.i.c.k, that doesn"t sound very reasonable, does it?"
"I tell you that they do," he persisted. "They as good as told me so.
Hunterleys, especially, left me here only half-an-hour ago, and his last words were advising me to chuck it. He"s a sensible chap enough but he won"t even tell me why. I"ve had enough of it. I"ve a good mind to take the bull by the horns myself. Mr. Grex is here now, somewhere about. He was sitting with Mr. Draconmeyer and a fat old German a few minutes ago, at the next table to ours. If I had been alone I should have gone up and chanced being introduced, but Hunterleys wouldn"t let me."
"Well, so far," Lady Weybourne admitted, "I fear that I haven"t done much towards that electric coupe; but," she added, in a changed tone, looking across the tables, "there is just one thing, d.i.c.ky. Fate sometimes has a great deal to do with these little affairs. Look over there."
Richard left his sister precipitately, without even a word of farewell.
She watched him cross the room, and smiled at the fury of a little Frenchman whom he nearly knocked over in his hurry to get round to the other side of the table. A moment later he was standing a few feet away from the girl who had taken so strange a hold upon his affections. He himself was conscious of a curious and unfamiliar nervousness.
Physically he felt as though he had been running hard. He set his teeth and tried to keep cool. He found some plaques in his pocket and began to stake. Then he became aware that the girl was holding in her hand a note and endeavouring to attract the attention of the man who was giving change.
"_Pet.i.te monnaie, s"il vous plait_," he heard her say, stretching out the note.
The man took no notice. Richard held out his hand.
"Will you allow me to get it changed for you?" he asked.
Her first impulse at the sound of his voice was evidently one of resentment. She seemed, indeed, in the act of returning some chilling reply. Then she glanced half carelessly towards him and her eyes rested upon his face. Richard was good-looking enough, but the chief characteristic of his face was a certain honesty, which seemed accentuated at that moment by his undoubted earnestness. The type was perhaps strange to her. She was almost startled by what she saw.
Scarcely knowing what she did, she allowed him to take the note from her fingers.
"Thank you very much," she murmured.
Richard procured the change. He would have lifted every one out of the way if she had been in a hurry. Then he turned round and counted it very slowly into her hands. From the left one she had removed the glove and he saw, to his relief, that there was no engagement ring there. He counted so slowly that towards the end she seemed to become a little impatient.
"That is quite all right," she said. "It was very kind of you to trouble."
She spoke very correct English with the slightest of foreign accents. He looked once more into her eyes.
"It was a pleasure," he declared.
She smiled faintly, an act of graciousness which absolutely turned his head. With her hand full of plaques, she moved away and found a place a little lower down the table. Richard fought with his first instinct and conquered it. He remained where he was, and when he moved it was in another direction. He went into the bar and ordered a whisky and soda.
He was as excited as he had been in the old days when he had rowed stroke in a winning race for his college boat. He felt, somehow or other, that the first step had been a success. She had been inclined at first to resent his offer. She had looked at him and changed her mind.
Even when she had turned away, she had smiled. It was ridiculous, but he felt as though he had taken a great step. Presently Lady Weybourne, on her way to the baccarat rooms, saw him sitting there and looked in.
"Well, d.i.c.ky," she exclaimed, "what luck?"
"Sit down, Flossie," he begged. "I"ve spoken to her."
"You don"t mean,--" she began, horrified.
"Oh, no, no! Nothing of that sort!" he interrupted. "Don"t think I"m such a blundering a.s.s. She was trying to get change and couldn"t reach.
I took the note from her, got the change and gave it to her. She said, "Thank you." When she went away, she smiled."