I was playing a risky game. If I did succeed in inducing this man to listen to my proposals, and he actually persuaded his cousin to do likewise, it would be a terrible blow to the Borgia. On the other hand I ran the immediate risk of being arrested, and kept a prisoner, or killed outright. But it was the only way to gain time, and look about me; and whilst Baglioni reflectively stroked his strange pet, making no reply to my last speech, I glanced cautiously but carefully around the room. Like the pa.s.sage outside, the walls were hung with old armour and old flags. Time had defaced the pictures on the ceiling, and such furniture as there was, was old, and the coverings of the chairs and tables moth-eaten and wine stained. The stale odour of wine mingled with the must of a long untouched room, and everywhere, on the tables, on the chairs, and strewn here and there on the floor, were cards. Evidently the cavaliere had a weakness in this direction, and like lightning it flashed upon me, that if he were a gambler the game was probably in my hands, and I would drop policy and turn to the cards. My thoughts were interrupted by Baglioni, who broke the silence. "What evidence have you, to show you are the person you represent yourself to be?"
"I can offer you none. In matters like this one does not carry evidence about--but if you like to send a trusted messenger to Rome, to the Cardinal d"Amboise--see the reception he will get--or nearer still to Tremouille?"
"And why come to me?"
"Because of your influence with your cousin, and because you are a man who will play for a big stake," and I risked the shot. His eyes flashed, and his hand stopped in its movement through the fur of the bear.
"My influence with my cousin is--that," he snapped his fingers, "but a big stake--yes--I like playing for big stakes."
I stooped and picked up a card, holding it idly up between my finger and thumb.
"This, what I propose, is a bigger stake than you could ever get on the king, cavaliere," and with a twist of my wrist I sent the card from me, it hit the wall opposite with a smart tap, and then floated slowly and noiselessly down to the floor of the room.
The man"s eyes followed the card, and he muttered as if to himself--
"A big stake--yes--Carlo gives me nothing--I am his jailor--I, who in a single night have lost two lordships to Riario, have now not a ducat to fling in the air, except what the n.i.g.g.ard allows me."
I did not like the part I was playing; but I knew enough of the state of affairs to be certain that D"Amboise would richly reward the person who could detach Baglioni from the Borgia. I said no more than the truth therefore when I added quietly--
"You would have another lordship, or two maybe, to stake, if my proposal were carried out."
"_Cospetto!_" he said, "it is useless."
"Then I am sorry," I replied, rising as if to depart, "but must wish you good day."
"_Diavolo!_ Cavaliere, you are not going without some refreshment. Ho!
without there," and his deep voice pealed out like a great bell.
The bear, which had stretched itself on the floor, rose with a grunt, but Baglioni pressed its head down, and it sank back, and began to hum to itself between its paws, like an enormous bee, or rather with the sound a thousand bees might make.
After a little delay there was a knock at the door, but apparently, as usual, the person outside, whoever he was, did not feel disposed to come in. My host rose in anger, and stepped across the room, followed by his beast, the latter pa.s.sing unpleasantly close to me.
There was an altercation at the door, my host went out with his pet, and for a minute or two I was left alone. I moved my seat nearer to the small table beside Baglioni"s lounge, and taking up the pack of cards began to shuffle and cut them.
The cavaliere came back very soon, a flask in one hand and a gla.s.s in the other.
"Blood of St. John!" he exclaimed as he set them down with a clink on the table, "those rascals--I will have their ears cut off--they fear this poor lamb," and he fondled the great bear, which rose on its hind feet and began muzzling its master.
"I am not surprised. _Corpo di Bacco!_ The king again!" and I flung down the pack in apparent disgust.
"Down, Pluto!" and Baglioni turned to me, "The king again. What was that you said?"
"Cutting left hand against the right. I lost three times."
"I lost ten thousand one night over cutting--but help yourself," and he pushed the flask towards me, and then filled his own, which he drained at a gulp.
"Come, cavaliere--you are in no hurry--cut me through the pack."
"With pleasure; but my purse-bearer is downstairs--will you permit me to see him?"
"By all means--the heavier the purse the better for me."
"A favour--I cannot play with that beast near me--could you not send him away?"
"Send him away--my familiar," he said with an awful smile, "No, no, Di Savelli--he is my luck; but I shall keep him at a distance if you like."
I rose and went down to Jacopo, and found him and Bande Nere already on friendly terms with the guard. I took my purse from him, and found time to whisper a warning to strike the moment he heard my whistle.
When I came back, I was relieved to find the bear fastened by a chain to a ring in the wall. The chain itself was weak, and could have been snapped with ease, but the animal made no effort to strain at it, and lay down as contentedly as a dog. Baglioni had pulled a table into the centre of the room, and was seated at it, impatiently ruffling the cards.
"Back at last," he said, and his voice had lost its measured cadence, "heavens, I have not spread the cards for a whole year--what stakes?"
"Simply cutting the cards?"
"Yes. It is the quickest game I know."
"Say a crown each turn to begin with."
We cut through four times, and I paid over two crowns. Baglioni laughed as he put them on one side, "peddling stakes these, cavaliere--make them ten crowns a cut."
"Agreed--three cuts and a shuffle."
He nodded, and I paid ten crowns, feeling at this rate that my purse would soon be empty; but I saw that the fever was taking hold of him, and offered to double the stakes and won. From that moment luck favoured me, and at the end of half an hour"s play the cavaliere had lost all his ready money, about sixty crowns, and owed me five hundred besides. He did not take his losses well, all the restrained self-command which he first exhibited, gave place to a wild excitement, and his hands shook as he shuffled the cards, his white face paling whiter than ever.
"Curse the cards!" he said, "I have no luck."
The moment had come for which I had been watching. Time after time I felt inclined to strike a sudden blow; but held myself in.
"No more to-day, cavaliere," I said, filling my gla.s.s, "I have business and must away."
A red flush came to his forehead, "I cannot pay you at once," he said in a low tone.
"Tush!" I replied, "the word of Baglioni is enough--but if you want a last try for your revenge, I will cut you----"
"Double or quits?" he burst in.
"No, cavaliere," and I dropped the words out slowly, "the five hundred against a five minutes" interview with the Lady Angiola."
He leaned back in his chair in amaze, and I went on, "Listen to me, I only want five minutes" speech with her--in your presence if you will--come, shall I cut or will you?"
"_Diavolo!_" he muttered, "if Carlo hears of this--well, yes--I will cut first--the ten--a bad card to beat."
I cut carelessly, and faced my card. It was a king.
"h.e.l.l and Furies!" he burst out. "You have won. Come, sir," and rising he advanced towards the bear.
"A moment, cavaliere. I said in _your_ presence. I did not include Messer Pluto there in the interview."
He gave me an unpleasant look; but stopped short.