Off we went, the lot of us abreast. We had not gone a dozen yards before we came upon a policeman coming along as if the pavement had been in his family for years.
"Now, officer," cried Silvester, "make way!"
The officer slowed. He thrust his thumbs into his belt. He surveyed us with a genial grin which might almost have suggested that we were friends of his.
"What are you gentlemen doing here? This isn"t the sort of place for the likes of you. If some of the chaps caught sight of those shirt-fronts of yours they might rumple "em a bit."
Silvester pulled up the collar of his coat.
"My dear Mr. Policeman, how you frighten us! Could you tell us where we are or which is the way to anywhere?"
The officer jerked his thumb over his shoulder.
"If you go straight on, through Strutton Ground, it"ll take you out into Victoria Street, but you"ll find it a roughish way."
We did find it a roughish way. We also found that there were some roughish people thereabouts, especially the proprietors of the costers"
barrows. It must have been at least eleven, but they were carrying on a market in the gutter as briskly as if it had been the middle of the day. I said to Archie, as soon as I saw what sort of place it was, that we had better sneak through in single file, and thank our stars when we found ourselves out of it. But the others didn"t seem to see it. They were bent on improving the shining hour. And they improved it. When I did begin to understand that I was in Victoria Street, at last, some gentleman had borrowed my hat, and I had to tie a handkerchief under my chin to keep the rest of my hair on my head.
"A lively five minutes," observed Teddy, picking what were either pieces of a potato or of an onion from his eye.
I moved a little from him. Owing to his having been upset among the dried fish on a coster"s barrow he smelt a bit strong. Silvester held up something in the air.
"I"ve got a cabbage, and, by jove, I believe some one"s got my watch."
There was a roar of voices issuing from the street through which we had come.
"Here they are again!" I cried. "I"ve had enough of it. I"m off. Hi!
cabby!"
Two hansoms were prowling by. I jumped into one. Two or three of the fellows followed me. We drove away from our friends of Strutton Ground with a parting yell, the rest of the fellows in the second hansom bringing up the rear.
They would not let us in at the Criterion. The individual at the door seemed to think that there was something in our appearance which was not exactly what it ought to be. Silvester presented him with the cabbage for which, quite unintentionally, he had exchanged his watch.
But so far from allowing that handsome contribution to the family larder--it had cost Eugene perhaps fifty pounds--to melt his heart, the stiff-necked Cerberus actually threatened us with the police. So we adjourned to the tavern at the corner till they turned us out. Then we went for a quiet stroll along Piccadilly, seven abreast, which soon landed us in the thick of a row. It was a fight of giants while it lasted. But the police were one too many. They bore the Honourable off in triumph. We followed him in a body to Vine Street Station, where every one was most polite. But they wouldn"t hear of bail. A policeman had a most dreadful eye, and he made out that it was Jem. So we had to leave him in the hands of cruel strangers to spend the night. Poor Jem!
When we got outside, being all of us so clear-headed and in such a thoroughly judicial frame of mind, Archie proposed that we should adjourn to his place and have a hand at cards. We belonged to perhaps two dozen clubs between us, but they were none of them sufficiently cerulean--though blue enough--to have admitted us without our first having gone through the ceremony of going home and washing ourselves and changing our clothes. So, as that sort of thing would have been an awful bore, we snapped at Archie"s kind invite. And some uncivil policeman coming up and suggesting that it would be well for our own health and for the health of the neighbourhood if we stood not on the order of our going, we tumbled into a couple of cabs and went.
Archie"s rooms were in Wilton Street. As the cabs drew up at his door, Pendarvon came strolling up. He pulled up at the sight of us. He stared. He appeared surprised. As every one who had been favoured with a near view of us during the last hour or so had appeared surprised, however much we might feel wounded, we could scarcely openly resent such an exhibition on the part even of a friend.
"What on earth have you fellows been doing?" he inquired. "You don"t seem to me to have a whole suit of clothes between you."
Archie explained--
"My dear Pendarvon, if you had been doing what we have been doing, you would look as we are looking. Come inside!"
So Pendarvon entered with the rest of us.
When we were in we found that with Pendarvon we were six. We had been seven without him. The Honourable we had dropped at Vine Street, and Lister, for anything any one seemed to know to the contrary, was a clear case of lost, stolen, or strayed. Of the six, Gravesend was obviously no good for cards. He fell asleep as soon as he had found a chair to do it on. It did not seem to rouse him to any appreciable extent even when he tumbled off. The best we could do for him was to put him comfortably to bed on the hearthrug in Archie"s bedroom. There was no fear of his doing himself a mischief if he rolled about.
Of the five who were left, Teddy was not exactly fit. But as the idea of leaving him out, filled him with nothing else but wrath, we cut him in. Silvester had quenched his thirst, but I do not think I ever saw him too drunk to play. He presented a truly remarkable spectacle as regards attire. The gentleman who had borrowed his watch, or some of his friends, had taken away the large portion of his shirt to wrap it up in. His coat was slit right down his back. Waistcoat he had none.
And he had tied his braces round his waist in order to retain possession of what was left him of his trousers. However, with the a.s.sistance of one of Archie"s dressing-gowns, he managed. The more Archie drinks, the more he"s in the vein. As for me, I was ready to play for my boots. And Pendarvon was as sober as a judge.
Beaupre made it poker--poker is his pet game. We began with a ten shilling ante, and a ten pound limit. It made a pretty game, while it lasted. In the first jack-pot, when it came to threes, Silvester declared that all his cash was gone. It was he began the IOU"s. Teddy"s luck was wonderful. Before very long very nearly all our ready-money had gone his way. I had ten tenners and gold when I began. They soon paid a visit to Teddy. Pendarvon seemed to have a pocket full of money.
He brought out a whole sheaf of bank-notes to give our appet.i.tes a twist.
Teddy had just taken another plump jack-pot when Beaupre ran dry. He replenished his pockets at his desk. When he came back, Pendarvon was about to deal.
"Don"t you think," he said, "that this is a little slow? Suppose we double the limit. Teddy, I suppose you don"t object."
Teddy said he didn"t. More than half drunk, and fancying himself in the vein, he was not likely to object. I took it that Archie had already lost a hundred and fifty. I saw that he had only brought about another century to table. I guessed--for reasons--that he was squeezed for funds. I suspected that he might not care to plunge deeper than we were already. And so, to save him, I struck in.
"So far as I am concerned, I am content to go on as we are. It"s good enough for me."
To my surprise, and to my amus.e.m.e.nt, Archie was quite vehement upon the other side.
"Rubbish! This sort of thing"s only fit for babes, not men! Reggie, where"s your courage--make it twenty."
So we made the limit twenty pounds.
Luck began to slip away from Teddy--small wonder either! He did some outrageous bluffing, against Pendarvon, too, who is one of the hardest men to bluff there is about. Teddy waxed wild. He and Pendarvon were the only two left in. They raised each other till there was, perhaps five hundred in the pool. Then Pendarvon saw him. Teddy threw down his cards with a curse.
"Ace high."
"Fours."
Pendarvon showed four sevens. Teddy had paid for his whistle.
After that, the luck, and, for the matter of that, the play too, went dead against him. He kept on drinking--he was not in the least fit for poker, but he would keep on playing. Archie, too, kept on the shady side. Silvester about held his own. I had an occasional hand worth backing. Pendarvon and I bid fair to share the spoils.
One round we all came in. I was first bettor. Silvester was blind. I opened with the limit. Each man went the limit better in his turn. When there was four hundred in the pool Silvester went out. Another round or two and Teddy went. There was over five hundred in the pool. Pendarvon had raised the limit over Archie. It was sixty pounds for me to come in. I had a straight, knave high. I saw the sixty. Archie saw it, and went twenty better. Pendarvon raised him twenty. I saw the forty.
Archie scribbled another IOU--he had been reduced for some time to paper. He had raised again. Pendarvon followed suit. I thought that it was enough for me, and went. The two kept at it. There must have been over a thousand in before Pendarvon saw. Archie laid down his hand, with a smile, as though he felt sure that, this time, the luck was his.
"A full--queens high."
Pendarvon laughed.
"Not good enough! I take this pool--I pip you."
He also had a full--with three kings on top. Silvester spoke.
"Will somebody kindly stick a penknife into Teddy."
I looked up--poor Teddy was asleep. When, however, we charged him with it, he endeavoured to wake up and call us names. He insisted on continuing to play. It proved to be as much as he could do to pick up his cards--more than he could do to see them when picked up. The very next round, when asked if he proposed to cover the ante, he threw down his cards face upwards on the table, observing that it was no good coming in on a hand like that. He had held three queens! I struck. I declined to go shares in a robbery.
"Teddy," I remarked, "if you"ll take my advice you"ll go home to bed.
Just now poker"s not your line."
"I"m not feeling very well," he said. "I hate this game; it makes me ill. Let"s play something else."
"We will. We"ll sing "Rock-a-by, baby," and play at going to sleep.