to be found at the Palace, in the
Deauville week you would find him at the Casino punting mildly at the
baccarat table. And after the rooms were closed, and even the Sports
Club at Monte Carlo had shut its doors, there was always a little game
to be had in the hotels and in Marcus Stepney's private sitting-room.
And it cannot be denied that Mr. Stepney was lucky. He won sufficient at
these out-of-hour games to support him nobly through the trials and
vicissitudes which the public tables inflict upon their votaries.
"Going to the races," he said, "how very fortunate! Will you come along
with me? I can give you three good winners."
"I have no money to gamble," said Jean, "I am a poor woman. Lydia, who
is rolling in wealth, can afford to take your tips, Marcus."
Marcus looked at Lydia with a speculative eye.
"If you haven't any money with you, don't worry. I have plenty and you
can pay me afterwards. I could make you a million francs to-day."
"Thank you," said Jean coolly, "but Mrs. Meredith does not bet so
heavily."
Her tone was a clear intimation to the man of wits that he was impinging
upon somebody else's preserves and he grinned amiably.
Nevertheless, it was a profitable afternoon for Lydia. She came back to
Cap Martin twenty thousand francs richer than she had been when she
started off.
"Lydia's had a lot of luck she tells me," said Mr. Briggerland.
"Yes. She won about five hundred pounds," said his daughter. "Marcus was
laying ground bait. She did not know what horses he had backed until
after the race was run, when he invariably appeared with a few _mille_
notes and Lydia's pleasure was pathetic. Of course she didn't win
anything. The twenty thousand francs was a sprat--he's coming to-night
to see how the whales are blowing!"
Mr. Marcus Stepney arrived punctually, and, to Mr. Briggerland's
disgust, was dressed for dinner, a fact which necessitated the older
man's hurried retreat and reappearance in conventional evening wear.
Marcus Stepney's behaviour at dinner was faultless. He devoted himself
in the main to Mrs. Cole-Mortimer and Jean, who apparently never looked
at him and yet observed his every movement, knew that he was merely
waiting his opportunity.
It came when the dinner was over and the party adjourned to the big
stoep facing the sea. The night was chilly and Mr. Stepney found wraps
and furs for the ladies, and so manoeuvred the arrangement of the chairs
that Lydia and he were
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