| [ 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 |
UNDER THE RED ROBE
CHAPTER I. AT ZATON’S
‘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.’