文档介绍：UNDER THE RED ROBE
UNDER THE RED
ROBE
By STANLEY J. WEYMAN
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I. AT ZATON'S
CHAPTER II. AT THE GREEN PILLAR
CHAPTER III. THE HOUSE IN THE WOOD
CHAPTER IV. MADAM AND MADEMOISELLE
CHAPTER V. REVENGE
CHAPTER VI. UNDER THE PlC DU MIDI
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
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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 mon 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.'
'Yet I say that they are marked!' he replied hotly, in his queer foreign
jargon. 'In my last hand I had nothing. You doubled the stakes. Bah,
sir, you knew! You have swindled me!'
'Monsieur is easy to swindle--when he plays with a mirror behind him,'
I answered tartly.
At that there was a great roar of laughter, which might have been heard
in the street, and which brought to the table everyone in the eating-house
whom his voice had not already attracted. But I did not relax my face.
I waited until all was quiet again, and then waving aside two or three who
stood between us and the entrance, I pointed gravely to the