They entered a dirty stairway in which hung a dusty globe, which gave
an indifferent light to the changing population who inhabited such
houses as these, and then ascended two flights of stairs. A heavy door
opened before them, and in a corridor at the side a light shone out
over the miserable staircase. The corridor ran alongside the staircase;
it was completely empty: a cheap and shabby black and white drugget
ran throughout its length, and its walls were covered with faded
paper-hangings.
“This is lively,” said Cara, “but just wait a moment!”
Then a small door opened from the corridor and a light streamed forth
into the gloomy darkness. They looked upon a swelter of luxury.
There was a little _foyer_ with cushions and curtains, cloakroom
accommodation, little restaurant tables, etc. There was the odour of
prepared foods and the popping of champagne corks. People they did not
know were sitting there. The visitors laid aside hats and coats and
went through into the restaurant.
Yes, there things looked different. On entry, the place recalled the
promenade of a well-known Théâtre de Variétés in Paris. Through little
peep-holes or from the boxes one could see a smooth surface gleaming
with light. This was the gaming-table, and it was of immense size. In
the middle there was a circular opening in which was placed a large
revolving chair. It was the seat for the croupier. Around the table the
places for the players were arranged like boxes. Every box--there were
some single ones, some for two and some for four persons--lay shut off
from the rest and in darkness, and all were furnished with comfortable
seats. People could be entirely separated from each other by a curtain,
and a grating, like those of the Parisian theatres, could be drawn at
will. The players might gamble there as securely as if masked, and,
without being recognized or even seen, could indulge their passion for
the tables.
Two miniature rails led from each seat to the croupier, and upon these
stood a little truck. This was to carry the stakes down and later bring
the winnings back. The sum was made known by sliding numbers displayed
on a board. The pressure of a button sent each vehicle to its destined
spot.
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