A third time was the ball projected around the edge of the disc,
followed eagerly in its course by two hundred eyes; a third time the
croupier's voice was raised in warning that no more money was to be
placed upon the table, and a third time the ivory dropped with a sudden
click upon the red.
A third time came the six thousand francs handed upon the end of the
croupier's rake.
Brooker, taking the bundle of small notes and thrusting them all
together in his pocket, rose at once from the table with a smile at
those opposite him, the richer by a thousand pounds.
"Marvellous!" cried Zertho, as they moved away together across the
polished floor. "What a run you've had! Surely Liane can't be angry
now. Let's go into the gardens; she's certain to be awaiting us there."
And together they went to the cloakroom for their hats; then passed out
down the broad carpeted steps into the pretty place, where the shadows
were lengthening. The Monegasques and visitors were promenading in the
gardens; the orchestra before the crowded Cafe de Paris, with its
striped sun-blinds, was playing an overture of Mascagni's; and the cool,
bright, flower-scented air was refreshing after the heat and excitement
of the crowded rooms.
"At last!" Brooker exclaimed, as they descended the steps to seek
Liane. "At last my luck has changed!"
CHAPTER TWELVE.
LIANE'S SECRET.
When Liane had left the two men she first obtained her sunshade, then,
descending the steps, walked slowly beneath the shadows round to the
front of the Casino and out upon the beautiful broad terrace, flanked by
palms, aloes and flowers, which faced the sea. There were but few
promenaders, for the sun was still warm, and most of the people were
inside tempting Fortune.
With her white sunshade above her head she leaned upon the stone
balustrade, her clear eyes fixed in deep thought upon the wide expanse
of blue sky and bluer sea. On the terrace below, where a
pigeon-shooting match was in progress, the crack of a gun was heard at
intervals, while pacing the gravelled walk near her was one of the
Casino attendants with the curious closely-fitting coat and conspicuous
broad striped belt of red and blue. The duty of these men is somewhat
unique. They watch the loungers narrowly, and if they appear plunged in
despair they eject them from the gardens lest they should commit
suicide.
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