He looked steadily at Mary as he finished his simile. Then he lifted the silver cover of a dish which had just arrived, and gave his whole attention to a n.o.ble Welsh rabbit, an odd dainty for a Riviera supper--but Ciro prided himself on gratifying any whim of any customer, at five minutes" notice.
Captain Hannaford had listened in silence, with a light of malicious amus.e.m.e.nt in his eyes, which travelled from Madeleine to Mary, from Mary to Madeleine, and occasionally to d.i.c.k Carleton.
Mary, despite her blank ignorance of the world and its ways, was far from stupid or slow of understanding. She realized that Schuyler"s harangue to Madame d"Ambre was all, or almost all, for her: and she caught his meaning in the last sentence of the rainbow allegory. He wanted her to know that she had "begun at the bottom," and must beware.
She was half vexed, half grateful; vexed for Madeleine, and grateful for herself, because, being Peter"s hero, he must be a good man, who would not be cruel to a woman for sheer love of cruelty. But her shamed pity for Madeleine was stronger than her grat.i.tude; and instead of giving less out of her winnings than she had planned to give, she impulsively decided to give more; this, not because she believed in or liked Madeleine d"Ambre, but because she winced under a sister woman"s humiliation. The ugly flash in the eyes that had been wistful, shocked her. She saw that they were cat-coloured eyes, and Jim Schuyler scored as he meant to score, in her resolve to pay Madame d"Ambre well, then gently to slip out of her friendship.
"When we finish supper, she can go with me to my hotel, and we"ll divide the money into three parts," Mary said to herself. "I"ll give her two, and keep one. Even one will be like a little fortune; and whatever happens I"ll keep enough to get away with; but I _must_ play again to-morrow. It"s too wonderful to stop yet."
But she was reckoning without Jim Schuyler.
When he saw the eyes of Madeleine hint that it was time to go, he said quickly, "Well, Mademoiselle, have you counted your winnings, and do you know exactly what they amount to?"
"No," said Mary, "not yet. I thought Madame d"Ambre and I might do that afterward."
"Can"t we save you the trouble?" he asked. "Why not spread your store here on the table, and let us all work out the calculation? Everybody knows you broke the bank, so there"s no imprudence or ostentation in displaying your wealth."
Without a word, Mary accepted the suggestion, since not to do so would have seemed ungrateful.
"She"s given away a lot already," said Carleton. "I saw her distributing _mille_ notes to lovely but unfortunate gamblers, as if she were dealing out biscuits."
"Oh, I gave away only four," Mary excused herself. "They were nothing."
Everybody laughed except Madeleine.
The fat stacks of French banknotes were extracted with some effort from the hand-bag into which they had been stuffed. Captain Hannaford and Schuyler counted while the others watched, Carleton with amused interest, Mary with comparative indifference, because the actual money meant less to her than the thrill of winning it, and Madame d"Ambre on the verge of tears. She considered that she was being robbed of her rights, for she knew that this merciless man with the hard jaw and pleasant blue eyes intended to keep her hands off the money.
"One hundred and nine thousand francs!" Schuyler announced at last. "I congratulate you, Mademoiselle. And I wish you"d let me advise you."
"If I did, what would you say?" Mary smiled.
"I should say: "Go home to-morrow.""
"But I"ve just come away from home. I don"t want to go back."
"Well, then, go to some other place, a place without a Casino."
"I suppose that"s good advice," said Mary. "But--I can"t take it yet."
"I"m sorry," returned Peter"s cousin.
The whole conversation had been in French from the first, as Madame d"Ambre knew little English; and Mary"s accent was so perfect that to an American or English ear it pa.s.sed as Parisian. Neither Hannaford, Schuyler, nor Carleton supposed that she had just arrived from England, though her name--if they had caught it correctly--was English or Scotch.
"Mademoiselle" they called her, and wondering who and what she was, vaguely a.s.sociated her with France, probably Paris.
"How long shall you stay?" asked Carleton, in the pause that followed.
"I don"t know," Mary said. "A few days, perhaps."
"Will you come down to the Condamine and see my hydro-aeroplane to-morrow? I"m keeping her there, and practising a bit in the harbour, before taking her to Nice."
"Oh, I should love to! I"ve never seen any sort of aeroplane, not even a picture of one."
"That"s clever and original of you, anyhow. Where have you been, to avoid them? What time to-morrow? Is ten o"clock too early?"
Mary blushed. "Would afternoon suit you? I feel as if I should have luck again, if I played in the morning."
"Afternoon, of course," Carleton a.s.sented politely, though he was disappointed; for in giving the invitation he had been following his friend"s lead in trying to save the moth from the candle. "Shall we say three o"clock? I"ll call for you."
"We"ll both call, with my car," said Schuyler. "But what about that 5 per cent. which I suppose you want to give your roulette teacher?" he went on, with apparent carelessness.
"I want to give her more," Mary confessed, with that soft obstinacy which people found difficult to combat.
But Schuyler had weapons for padded barricades. He turned to Madeleine.
"I"m certain that Madame will refuse to accept more," he said.
She faced him defiantly. Then her eyes fell. She dared not make him an active enemy. Though he never gambled, he was a man of influence at the Casino, for he was a friend of those highest in authority, and had power "on the Rock," also, for the Prince and he were on visiting terms, Madeleine d"Ambre had learned these details since the evening on the terrace when he had tested her "poison."
"Yes, I--should refuse to accept," she echoed, morosely.
"Virtue is its own reward; and there may be others," Schuyler said as he deducted a sum equal to 5 per cent. from Mary"s winnings and pushed it across the table.
But even this was not the end of his interference. When Madeleine rose and Mary sprang up obediently, he proposed that they, the three men, should see the ladies home. This plan was carried out; and when Mary had been left at the door of the Hotel de Paris, they insisted on taking Madame d"Ambre at once down the hill to her lodgings in the Condamine.
The penance was made only a little lighter to the victim by a lift in Schuyler"s automobile. She was far from grateful to its owner, and made no answer except a twist of the shoulders to his last words: "Remember not to change your mind. It isn"t safe in this climate."
When they had dropped Hannaford at his hotel, also in the Condamine, Carleton lost no time in satisfying his curiosity. "I never saw you take so much trouble, Jim, over a woman. Is it a case of love at first sight, old man?"
"Bosh!" said Schuyler, "Don"t you know me better? That girl puzzles me.
There"s something very odd about her. I"m conceited enough to think I can generally size people up pretty well at first sight, but she beats me. I can"t make her out. And besides----"
"Besides--what?"
"I know I never saw her before, yet her face seems familiar. I a.s.sociate her with--it"s idiotic--but with the person I care for most in the world. Heaven knows why. I don"t."
"Do I know who that person is?" Carleton ventured, unable to resist the temptation.
"No, you don"t know," the older man returned, rather gruffly. "And I"m pretty sure you never will, because the less I talk or think about that person the better for me. That part of the story has nothing to do with the case. There"s only this queer impression of mine. And I had a weird feeling as if it were my bounden duty to see that this little girl wasn"t victimized by an unscrupulous woman. So I did what I could."
"I should think you did!" exclaimed the other. "I couldn"t have done as much. Poor Madame d"Ambre."
"Her real name"s probably the French for Smith, without a "de" in it, unless it"s to spell devil. If she"s a widow, she"s a gra.s.sy one. Her game is to be found crying on the Casino terrace by moonlight, preparatory to drinking poison, because she"s tired of life and its temptations. If it"s a young lieutenant just off his ship for a flutter at Monte, or some other lamb of that fleeciness, he"s soon shorn.
There"s quite a good living in it, I understand. She always contrives to make the youngsters believe her an innocent angel, whom they must try to save."
"But you seem to have been on in that act. Was it a moonlight scene?"
"Plenty of moonshine--and clear enough for me to see through the angelhood to the designing minxhood. The poison was water, coloured, I should think, with cochineal, and pleasantly flavoured with a little bitter almond. But--well, one sees through people sometimes, as if they were jelly-fish, and yet is a little sorry for them just because they _are_ jelly-fish, stranded on the beach."
"I see," said Carleton.
They were spinning along the white way that winds between mountain and sea, out of the princ.i.p.ality, and so toward Cap Martin, Mentone, and on to Italy. The tramcars had ceased to run; the endless daytime procession of motor-cars and carriages was broken by the hours of sleep, and the glimmering road was empty save for immense, white-covered carts which had come from distant Lombardy, and over Alpine pa.s.ses, bringing eggs and vegetables for the guests of Hercules. Slowly, yet steadily, shambled the tired mules, and would shamble on till dawn. There were often no lights on the carts, which moved silently, like mammoth ghosts, great lumbering vehicle after vehicle, each drawn by three or four mules or horses. As the lamps of Schuyler"s powerful car flashed on them round sharp rock-corners, tearing the veil of shadow, they loomed up unexpectedly in the night, like some mystery suddenly revealed in a place of peace.