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And now, this business of Carigny cropping up, rising like a ghost of the past to demand a reckoning!" He shuddered; it was like the shudder of a man who feels a sudden chill. "A reckoning!" he repeated. "At this rate, one is never quit of anything." They were nearing the restaurant at which they were to lunch. Dupontel touched his companion lightly on the arm. "You are depressed," he said.
As if he hesitated to join hands with the Prince, Carigny gave his hand, slowly, awkwardly; but his grip, when he had done it, was firm. They stood, clasping hands, under the inquisitive eyes of the others. "Since we are to play," said Carigny, "you must allow me to present you to my son. He does not play; I have discouraged him. But he will read my cards for me. You do not object?"
Jenny and Carigny gave us a quarter-of-an-hour before dinner a capital idea! "VEUVE ET BACHELIER." As if by inspiration. No preparation for it, no formal taking of seats. It seized amazingly floated small talk over the soup beautifully. I questioned him again. 'Oh, dear, yes; there can't be a doubt about it, he answered, airily. 'Roy Richmond has won his game.
About him, some of the onlookers began to talk loudly to cover his confusion, and their voices seemed to restore him. He blinked and closed his mouth, and sat up. "Well," he said, then, "there's an end of that!" The Prince had answered with some conventional remark, the insincere regrets of a winner for the loser's ill fortune, and had added something about giving Carigny his revenge.
The deal fell to the Prince. He had the pack in his hand when he spoke across to Carigny. "Carigny," he said. The blind man lifted his face to listen. "The last game was a short one." The other nodded. "Make it as short as you like," he said. "Make it one hand, if it pleases you, Monpavon. I shall be satisfied." "One hand!" "Certainly; if that is short enough for you," said Carigny.
And at the tail of the letter there sprawled the signature, bold and black: "JULES CARIGNY." "Tiens!" exclaimed the Prince. The valet moved. "M'sieur le Prince spoke?" he queried. "No!" said the Prince impatiently. He glanced up from his letter at the man's sly, secret face. "But by the way have you ever heard of a Monsieur Carigny?"
Because he was blind, with eyelids swollen and discolored, Carigny said, as he drew the money from his pocket: 'Here is a franc, my friend! Then the old creature groped, as I have said, with a jerk of his inhuman claw, and grabbed the money from Carigny before he could let it fall, and I saw their hands touch. Carigny would not have played that night but that we had appointed to play."
"You must gather your forces, Monpavon. You mustn't let Carigny find you in a state like this; it would make things easy for him." The Prince made a weary little gesture of assent. "I shall be ready for him," he said. "If only-" "If only what?" They were at the door of the restaurant. A page like a scarlet doll held open the door for them; a Swiss, ornately uniformed, stood frozen at the salute.
Jenny and Carigny gave us a quarter-of-an-hour before dinner a capital idea! "VEUVE ET BACHELIER." As if by inspiration. No preparation for it, no formal taking of seats. It seized amazingly floated small talk over the soup beautifully. I questioned him again. 'Oh, dear, yes; there can't be a doubt about it, he answered, airily. 'Roy Richmond has won his game.
It was a season of high stakes, and Carigny, as a loser, had doubled and doubled till the last quick hand that finished him. He was a slim youth, with a face smooth and pale. He sat back in his chair, with his head hanging, staring with a look of stupefaction at the cards that spelled his ruin, his finish, and his exile.
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