Detective and mystery stories, English; Police -- Fiction; Short stories
We proceeded up stairs to the first floor, the shutters of which were
carefully closed, so that no intimation of what was going on could
possibly reach the street. The apartment was brilliantly lighted: a
roulette table and dice and cards were in full activity: wine and
liquors of all varieties were profusely paraded. There were about
half-a-dozen persons present, I soon discovered, besides the gang, and
that comprised eleven or twelve well-dressed desperadoes, whose sinister
aspects induced a momentary qualm lest one or more of the pleasant party
might suspect or recognise my vocation. This, however, I reflected, was
scarcely possible. My beat during the short period I had been in the
force was far distant from the usual haunts of such gentry, and I was
otherwise unknown in London. Still, questioning glances were eagerly
directed towards my introducer; and one big burly fellow, a
foreigner--the rascals were the scum of various countries--was very
unpleasantly inquisitorial. "_Y'en réponds!_" I heard Sandford say in
answer to his iterated queries; and he added something in a whisper
which brought a sardonic smile to the fellow's lips, and induced a total
change in his demeanor towards myself. This was reassuring; for though
provided with pistols, I should, I felt, have little chance with such
utterly reckless ruffians as those by whom I was surrounded. Play was
proposed; and though at first stoutly refusing, I feigned to be
gradually overcome by irresistible temptation, and sat down to blind
hazard with my foreign friend for moderate stakes. I was graciously
allowed to win; and in the end found myself richer in devil's money by
about ten pounds. Mr. Merton was soon absorbed in the chances of the
dice, and lost large sums, for which, when the money he had brought with
him was exhausted, he gave written acknowledgements. The cheating
practised upon him was really audacious; and any one but a tyro must
have repeatedly detected it. He, however, appeared not to entertain the
slightest suspicion of the "fair-play" of his opponents, guiding himself
entirely by the advice of his friend and counsellor, Sandford, who did
not himself play. The amiable assemblage broke up about six in the
morning, each person retiring singly by the back way, receiving, as he
departed, a new password for the next evening.
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