Sir Charles flushed crimson, and swore beneath his breath. But Mr.
Cavanagh uttered a cry of triumph that had yet in it a note of agony. I
watched him attentively thenceforward, because it suddenly occurred to
me that he would better repay such trouble than the others. His
passions were least well controlled of any there. His was the weakest
face and most ingenuous. I determined that he should be my key to the
mystery I wished to solve. He was a wonderfully handsome person, small,
slight, elegant, exquisite. His hair was thick and black, but his
moustache and pointed beard were of rich red gold. He had large and
singularly soulful eyes, whose colour changed with light from black to
amber. His mouth, however, though full and beautifully shaped, betrayed
a vacillating and unstable disposition. I judged him for a man to
trust, to admire, to like, but not to lean upon. He waited for his turn
to throw again in a fever of inquietude. His hands clenched and
unclenched. His features spasmodically twitched and the tip of his nose
moved up and down with alarming speed. Not any of the others was lucky
enough to throw eighteen, so presently Sir Charles Venner took up the
dice again. He looked perfectly indifferent, but I saw his eyes, and
they were gleaming. He allowed the dice to fall one by one.
"Seven!" announced Dr. Fulton.
Sir Charles bit his lip and handed the box in silence to Mr. Cavanagh.
The latter threw eight. Dropping the box he darted forward and clawed
up the cheque, with a strangled, animal-like cry. The others exchanged
glances of disgust; all, that is to say, except my master. He shot a
look of passionate menace at the artist and called him in a dreadful
voice by name.
Mr. Cavanagh stood erect, shaking and ghastly. He seemed convulsed with
shame.
"I--I--forgive me, I am not myself to-night," he muttered.
"A fine, a fine," shouted Mr. Humphreys. "He has pleaded his
ill-health."
"Ay, ay," cried the others, "a fine!"
"Twenty pounds!" said Sir William Dagmar.
Mr. Cavanagh paid the money to my master without demur. Sir William
gave it to Dr. Fulton, and a second later all were seated at the table.
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