"Now, Pierre, my friend, you must win some money upon this match--do you see? And you won't deny me the pleasure of putting down your stake for you; and, if you win, you shall buy something pretty for Madame--and, win or lose, I shall think it friendly of you after so many years, and like you the better." "Monsieur is too good," he said with effusion. "Now look. Do you see that fat Jew over there on the front bench--you can't mistake him--with the velvet waistcoat all in wrinkles, and the enormous lips, who talks to every second person who passes?" "I see perfectly, Monsieur." "He is betting three to one upon Markham. You must take his offer, and back Hood. I'm told _he'll_ win. Here are ten pounds, you may as well make them thirty. Don't say a word. Our English custom is to _tip_, as we say, our friend's sons at school, and to make presents to everybody, as often as we like. Now there--not a word." He quietly slipped into his hand a little rouleau of ten pounds in gold. "If you say one word you wound me," he continued. "But, good Heaven! my dear friend, haven't you a breast-pocket?" "No, Monsieur; but this is quite safe. I was paid, only five minutes before I came here, fifteen pounds in gold, a cheque of forty-four pounds, and----" "Be silent. You may be overheard. Speak here in a very low tone, as I do. And do you mean to tell me that you carry all that money in your coat pocket?" "But in a pocket-book, Monsieur." "All the more convenient for the _chevalier d'industrie_," said Longcluse. "Stop. Pray don't produce it; your fate is, perhaps, sealed if you do. There are gentlemen in this room who would hustle and rob you in the crowd as you get out; or, failing that, who, seeing that you are a stranger, would follow and murder you in the streets, for the sake of a twentieth part of that sum." "Gabriel thought there would be none here but men distinguished," said Lebas, in some consternation. "Distinguished by the special attention of the police, some of them," said Longcluse. "Hé! that is very true," said Monsieur Lebas--"very true, I am sure of it. See you that man there, Monsieur? Regard him for a moment. The tall man, who leans with his shoulder to the metal pillar of the gallery. My faith! he has observed my steps and followed me. I thought he was a spy. But my friend he says 'No, that is a man of bad character, dismissed for bad practices from the police.' Aha! he has watched me sideways, with the corner of his eye. I will watch him with the corner of mine--ha, ha!" "It proves, at all events, Lebas, that there are people here other than gentlemen and men of honest lives," said Longcluse. "But," said Lebas, brightening a little, "I have this weapon," producing a dagger from the same pocket.