“A sum,” Peter Ruff remarked, “which you probably found it inconvenient to pay.”
“There was only one course,” Sir Richard continued, “and I took it. I went back the next night and gave checks for the amount of my indebtedness—checks which had no more chance of being met than if I were to draw to-night upon the Bank of England for a million pounds. I went back, however, with another resolve. I was considered to have discharged my liabilities, and we played again. I rose a winner of something like sixty thousand francs. But I played to win, Mr. Ruff! Do you know what that means?”
“You cheated!” Peter Ruff said, in an undertone.
“Quite true,” Sir Richard admitted. “I cheated! There was a scandal, and I disappeared. I had the money, and though my checks for the eighteen thousand francs were met, there was a considerable balance in my pocket when I escaped out of France. There was enough to take me out to America—big game shooting in the far West. No one ever associated me with the impostor who had robbed these young French noblemen—no one, that is to say, except the person who passes by the name of Teddy Jones.”
“How did he get to know?” Peter Ruff asked.
“The story wouldn’t interest you,” Sir Richard answered. “He was in Paris at the time—we came across one another twice. He heard the scandal, and put two and two together. I shipped him off to Australia when I came into the title. He has come back. Lately, I can tell you, he has pretty well drained me dry. He has become a regular parasite a cold-blooded leech. He doesn’t get drunk now. He looks after his health. I believe he even saves his, money. There’s scarcely a week I don’t hear from him. He keeps me a pauper. He has brought me at last to that state when I feel that there must be an ending!”
“You have come to seek my help,” Peter Ruff said, slowly. “From what you say about this man, I presume that he is not to be frightened?”
“Not for a single moment,” Sir Richard answered. “The law has no terrors for him. He is as slippery as an eel. He has his story pat. He even has his witnesses ready. I can assure you that Mr. Teddy Jones isn’t by any means an ordinary sort of person.”
“He is not to be bluffed,” Peter Ruff said, slowly; “he is not to be bribed. What remains?”
“I have come here,” Sir Richard said, “for your advice, Mr. Ruff.”