Transcriber’s Note:
In this Etext, text in italics has been written in capital letters.
Many French words in the text have accents, etc. which have been omitted.
| CHAPTER I. | AT ZATON’S |
| CHAPTER II. | AT THE GREEN PILLAR |
| CHAPTER III. | THE HOUSE IN THE WOOD |
| CHAPTER IV. | MADAME AND MADEMOISELLE |
| CHAPTER V. | REVENGE |
| CHAPTER VI. | |
| CHAPTER VII. | A MASTER STROKE |
| CHAPTER VIII. | A MASTER STROKE—Continued |
| CHAPTER IX. | THE QUESTION |
| CHAPTER X. | CLON |
| CHAPTER XI. | THE ARREST |
| CHAPTER XII. | THE ROAD TO PARIS |
| CHAPTER XIII. | AT THE FINGER-POST |
| CHAPTER XIV. | ST MARTIN’S EVE |
| CHAPTER XV. | ST MARTIN’S SUMMER |
‘Marked cards!’
There were a score round us when the fool, little knowing the man with whom he had to deal, and as little how to lose like a gentleman, flung the words in my teeth. He thought, I’ll be sworn, that I should storm and swear and ruffle it like any common cock of the hackle. But that was never Gil de Berault’s way. For a few seconds after he had spoken I did not even look at him. I passed my eye instead—smiling, BIEN ENTENDU—round the ring of waiting faces, saw that there was no one except De Pombal I had cause to fear; and then at last I rose and looked at the fool with the grim face I have known impose on older and wiser men.
‘Marked cards, M. l’Anglais?’ I said, with a chilling sneer. ‘They are used, I am told, to trap players—not unbirched schoolboys.’