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m. "Permit me to ask these unusually intelligent gentlemen whether it is reasonable to play roulette in a place where the wheel is notoriously controlled and the management a dishonest one! Could a gentleman be expected to frequent or even to countenance places of evil repute? _Messieurs_, I await your verdict!" And he folded his arms dramatically. Somebody said, from a neighbouring table: "_Vous avez parfaitement raison, monsieur!_" "I thank you," cried Sengoun, with an admirably dramatic bow. "Therefore, I shall now go home to bed!" Neeland, maintaining his gravity with difficulty, followed Sengoun toward the door, still pretending to plead with him; and the _gerant_, a tall, blond, rosy and unmistakable German, stepped forward to unlock the door. As he laid his hand on the bolt he said in a whisper: "If the gentlemen desire the privilege of an exclusive club where everything is unquestionably conducted----" "Where?" demanded Neeland, abruptly. "On the third floor, _monsieur_." "Here?" "Certainly, sir. If the gentlemen will honour me with their names, and will be seated for one little moment, I shall see what can be accomplished." "Very well," said Sengoun, with a short, incredulous laugh. "I'm Prince Erlik, of the Mongol Embassy, and my comrade is Mr. Neeland, Consul General of the United States of America in the Grand Duchy of Gerolstein!" The _gerant_ smiled. After he had gone away toward the further room in the cafe, Neeland remarked to Sengoun that doubtless their real names were perfectly well known, and Sengoun disdainfully shrugged his indifference: "What can one expect in this dirty rat-nest of Europe? Abdul the Damned employed one hundred thousand spies in Constantinople alone! And William the Sudden admired him. Why, Neeland, _mon ami_, I never take a step in the streets without being absolutely certain that I am watched and followed. What do I care! Except that towns make me sick. But the only cure is a Khirgiz horse and a thousand lances. God send them. I'm sick of cities." A few moments later the _gerant_ returned and, in a low voice, requested them to accompany him. They passed leisurely through the cafe, between tables where lowered eyes seemed to deny any curiosity; but guests and waiters looked after them after they had passed, and here and there people whispered together--particularly two men who had followed them from the sun-dial fountain in the rue Soleil d'O
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