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But before entrusting himself to this gratuitous conveyance, he put
himself to the trouble of inspecting the chauffeurâa capable-looking
mechanic togged out in a rich black livery which, though relieved by a
vast amount of silk braiding, was like the car guiltless of any sort
of insignia.
âI presume you know where I wish to go, my man?â
The chauffeur touched his cap: âBut naturally, monsieur.â
âThen take me there, the quickest way you know.â
Nodding acknowledgement of the porterâs salute, Lanyard sank
gratefully back upon uncommonly luxurious upholstery. The fatigue of
the last thirty-six hours was beginning to tell on him a bit, though
his youth was still so vital, so instinct with strength and vigour,
that he could go as long again without sleep if need be.
None the less he was glad of this opportunity to snatch a few minutesâ
rest by way of preparation against the occult culmination of this
adventure. No telling what might ensue of this violation of all those
principles which had hitherto conserved his welfare! And he
entertained a gloomy suspicion that he would be inclined to name
another ass, who proposed as he did to beard this Pack in its den with
nothing more than his wits and an automatic pistol to protect ten
thousand-francs, the jewels of Madame Omber, the Huysman plans, and
(possibly) his life.
However, he stood committed to his folly, if folly it were: he would
play the game as it lay.
As for curiosity concerning his immediate destination, there was
little enough of that in his temper; a single glance round on leaving
the car would fix his whereabouts beyond dispute, so thorough was his
knowledge of Paris.
He contemplated briefly, with admiration, the simplicity with which
that affair at LâAbbaye had been managed, finding no just cause to
suspect anyone there of criminal complicity in the plans of the Pack:
a forged order for a table to the maitredâhotel, ten francs to the
carriage-porter and twenty more to the dancing woman to play parts in
a putative practical jokeâand the thing had been arranged without
implicating a soul!âŠ
Of a sudden, ending a ride much shorter than Lanyard would have liked,
the limousine swung in toward a curb.
Bending forward, he unlatched the door and, glancing through the
window, uttered a grunt of profound disgust.
If this were the best that Pack could doâŠ!
He had hoped for something a trifle more original from men with wit
and imagination enough to plot the earlier phases of this intrigue.
The car had pulled up in front of an institution which he knew
wellâfar too well, indeed, for his own good.
None the less, he consented to get out.
âSure youâve come to the right place?â he asked the chauffeur.
Two fingers touching the visor of his cap: âBut certainly, monsieur!â
âOh, all right!â Lanyard grumbled resignedly; and tossing the man a
five-franc piece, applied his knuckles to the door of an outwardly
commonplace hïżœtel particulier in the rue Chaptal between the impasse
of the Grand Guignol and the rue Pigalle.
Now the neophyte needs the introduction of a trusted sponsor before he
can win admission to the club-house of the exclusive Circle of Friends
of Humanity; but Lanyardâs knock secured him prompt and unquestioned
right of way. The unfortunate fact is, he was a member in the best of
standing; for this society of pseudo-altruistic aims was nothing more
nor less than one of those several private gambling clubs of Paris
which the French Government tolerates more or less openly, despite
adequate restrictive legislation; and gambling was Lanyardâs ruling
passionâa legacy from Bourke no less than the rest of his professional
equipment.
To every man his vice (the argument is Bourkeâs, in defence of his
failing). And perhaps the least mischievous vice a professional
cracksman can indulge is that of gambling, since it can hardly drive
him to lengths more desperate than those whereby he gains a livelihood.
In the esteem of Paris, Count Remy de Morbihan himself was scarcely a
more light-hearted plunger than Monsieur Lanyard.
Naturally, with this reputation, he was always free of the handsome
salons wherein the Friends of Humanity devoted themselves to roulette,
auction bridge, baccarat and chemin-de-fer: and of this freedom he now
proceeded to avail himself, with his hat just a shade aslant on his
head, his hands in his pockets, a suspicion of a smile on his lips
and a glint of the devil in his eyesâin all an expression accurately
reflecting the latest phase of his humour, which was become largely one
of contemptuous toleration, thanks to what he chose to consider an
exhibition of insipid stupidity on the part of the Pack.
Nor was this humour in any way modified when, in due course, he
confirmed anticipation by discovering Monsieur le Comte Remy de
Morbihan lounging beside one of the roulette tables, watching the play,
and now and again risking a maximum on his own account.
A flash of animation crossed the unlovely mask of the Count when he saw
Lanyard approaching, and he greeted the adventurer with a gay little
flirt of his pudgy dark hand.
âAh, my friend!â he cried. âIt is you, then, who have changed your
mind! But this is delightful!â
âAnd what has become of your American friend?â Asked the adventurer.
âHe tired quickly, that one, and packed himself off to Troyonâs. Be
sure I didnât press him to continue the grand tour!â
âThen you really did wish to see me tonight?â Lanyard enquired
innocently.
âAlwaysâalways, my dear Lanyard!â the Count declared, jumping up.
âBut come,â he insisted: âIâve a word for your private ear, if these
gentlemen will excuse us.â
âDo!â Lanyard addressed in a confidential manner those he knew at the
table, before turning away to the tug of the Countâs hand on his
armââI think he means to pay up twenty pounds he owes me!â
Some derisive laughter greeted this sally.
âI mean that, however,â Lanyard informed the other cheerfully as they
moved away to a corner where conversation without an audience was
possibleââyou ruined that Bank of England note, you know.â
âCheap at the price!â the Count protested, producing his bill-fold.
âFive hundred francs for an introduction to Monsieur the Lone Wolf!â
âAre you joking?â Lanyard asked blanklyâand with a magnificent gesture
abolished the proffered banknote.
âJoking? I! But surely you donât mean to denyââ
âMy friend,â Lanyard interrupted, âbefore we assert or deny anything,
let us gather the rest of the players round the table and deal from a
sealed deck. Meantime, let us rest on the understanding that I have
found, at one end, a message scrawled on a banknote hidden in a secret
place, at the other end, yourself, Monsieur le Comte. Between and
beyond these points exists a mystery, of which one anticipates
elucidation.â
âYou shall have it,â De Morbihan promised. âBut first, we must go to
those others who await us.â
âNot so fast!â Lanyard interposed. âWhat am I to understand? That you
wish me to accompany you to theâahâden of the Pack?â
âWhere else?â De Morbihan grinned.
âBut where is that?â
âI am not permitted to sayââ
âStill, one has oneâs eyes. Why not satisfy me here?â
âYour eyes, by your leave, monsieur, will be blindfolded.â
âImpossible.â
âPardonâit is an essentialââ
âCome, come, my friend: we are not in the Middle Ages!â
âI have no discretion, monsieur. My confrïżœresââ
âI insist: there will be trust on both sides or no negotiations.â
âBut I assure you, my dear friendââ
âMy dear Count, it is useless: I am determined. Blindfold? I should say
not! This is notâneed I remind you again?âthe Paris of Balzac and
that wonderful Dumas of yours!â
âWhat do you propose, then?â De Morbihan enquired, worrying his
moustache.
âWhat better place for the proposed conference than here?â
âBut not here!â
âWhy not? Everybody comes here: it will cause no gossip. I am hereâI
have come half-way; your friends must do as much on their part.â
âIt is not possibleâŠ.â
âThen, I beg you, tender them my regrets.â
âWould you give us away?â
âNever that: one makes gifts to oneâs friends only. But my interest in
yours is depreciating so rapidly that, should you delay much longer, it
will be on sale for the sum of two sous.â
âOâdamn!â the Count complained peevishly.
âWith all the pleasure in lifeâŠ. But now,â Lanyard went on, rising to
end the interview, âyou must forgive me for reminding you that the
morning wanes apace. I shall be going home in another hour.â
De Morbihan shrugged. âOut of my great affection for you,â he purred
venomously, âI will do my possible. But I promise nothing.â
âI have every confidence in your powers of moral suasion, monsieur,â
Lanyard assured him cheerfully. âAu revoir!â
And with this, not at all ill-pleased with himself, he strutted off to
a table at which a high-strung session of chemin-de-fer was in process,
possessed himself of a vacant chair, and in two minutes was so
engrossed in the game that the Pack was quite forgotten.
In fifteen minutes he had won thrice as many thousands of francs.
Twenty minutes or half an hour later, a hand on his shoulder broke the
grip of his besetting passion.
âOur table is made up, my friend,â De Morbihan announced with his
inextinguishable grin. âWeâre waiting for you.â
âQuite at your service.â
Settling his score and finding himself considerably better off than he
had imagined, he resigned his place gracefully, and suffered the Count
to link arms and drag him away up the main staircase to the second
storey, where smaller rooms were reserved for parties who preferred to
gamble privately.
âSo it appears you succeeded!â he chaffed his conductor good-humouredly.
âI have brought you the mountain,â De Morbihan assented.
âOne is grateful for small miraclesâŠ.â
But De Morbihan wouldnât laugh at his own expense; for a moment, indeed,
he seemed inclined to take umbrage at Lanyardâs levity. But the sudden
squaring of his broad shoulders and the hardening of his features was
quickly modified by an uneasy sidelong glance at his companion. And
then they were at the door of the cabinet particulier.
De Morbihan rapped, turned the knob, and stood aside, bowing politely.
With a nod acknowledging the courtesy, Lanyard consented to precede
him, and entered a room of intimate proportions, furnished chiefly with
a green-covered card-table and five easy-chairs, of which three were
occupiedâtwo by men in evening dress, the third by one in a
well-tailored lounge suit of dark grey.
Now all three men wore visors of black velvet.
Lanyard looked from one to the other and chuckled quietly.
With an aggrieved air De Morbihan launched into introductions:
âMessieurs, I have the honour to present to you our confrïżœre, Monsieur
Lanyard, best known as âThe Lone Wolf.â Monsieur Lanyardâthe Council
of our Association, known to you as âThe Pack.ââ
The three rose and bowed ceremoniously, Lanyard returned a cool,
good-natured nod. Then he laughed again and more openly:
âA pack of knaves!â
âMonsieur doubtless feels at ease?â one retorted
acidly.
âIn your company, Popinot? But hardly!â Lanyard returned in light
contempt.
The fellow thus indicated, a burly rogue of a Frenchman in rusty and
baggy evening clothes, started and flushed scarlet beneath his mask;
but the man next him dropped a restraining hand upon his arm, and
Popinot, with a shrug, sank back into his chair.
âUpon my word!â Lanyard
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