Extortion -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction; Mystery fiction
What attracted attention to them was the large sum they invariably
staked at every turn of the wheel which set the horses “running”; the
recklessness of their play, and their extraordinary luck. Time and
again they would come out of the Casino many hundreds, and sometimes
many thousands of pounds richer than when they had gone in, and
usually an _agent de police_ would meet them at the entrance and
accompany them across to their hotel to prevent any possibility of
their being robbed.
Dieppe at that time was one of the few French seaport towns which could
be visited by English folk without their being compelled first of all
to comply with endless formalities, so that English people foregathered
there in their thousands. It was not surprising, therefore, that when
Jessica and her friends had been a week or two in the town they should
suddenly come face to face in the Casino with no other than Captain
Preston and his future wife.
Instantly Jessica extended her hand.
“I won’t say it is odd meeting you here,” she exclaimed, as she shook
hands with Yootha, “because one does nothing but run across friends all
day and every day, but I must say I did not expect to meet you, for I
heard you were both in Monmouthshire.”
“We left Abergavenny two days ago,” Yootha answered quickly, “and
arrived here last night. Isn’t this a delightful place? I’ve never been
here before.”
“Is anybody with you?” Jessica asked.
“An aunt of mine had arranged to come, but at the last moment she was
detained through illness.”
Though she felt exceedingly uncomfortable at meeting Jessica again,
after all that had occurred, she deemed it wiser to appear friendly
than to cut the woman--her secret wish. Jessica, on the other hand,
seemed really glad to meet Yootha Hagerston once more, and Captain
Preston, and when they had conversed for a little while she inquired
where they were staying, and then invited them to dine, an invitation
they naturally felt compelled to accept.
The Royal Hotel was crowded with well-dressed people, many of whom went
across to the Casino after dinner, among them Jessica, her friends, and
her two guests.
“I have been so lucky at _petits chevaux_ lately,” Jessica said as they
all passed in. “I don’t want to influence you in any way, Yootha, but
if you and Captain Preston like to play my game I believe you will win.
During the three weeks I have been playing I have come away a loser
only three times, and not on one occasion a heavy loser. I am between
three thousand and four thousand pounds to the good on my three weeks’
play, and Louie and Archie won several thousands each. And yet not one
of us has any system. It is just pure luck.”
“I don’t think Yootha will play,” Preston, who had overheard Jessica’s
remark, cut in.
“Oh, but why not, Charlie?” the girl exclaimed in a tone of
disappointment. “I have been looking forward so much to playing, though
of course I am not going to gamble.”
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