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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