The Strand Magazine, Vol. 01, January 1891: An Illustrated MonthlyVarious
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The Strand Magazine, Vol. 01, January 1891: An Illustrated Monthly
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English literature -- Periodicals; Short stories, English -- Periodicals
"Forty-seven thousand roubles," said Hermann.
Every one's eyes were directed toward the new player.
"He has lost his head," thought Naroumoff.
"Allow me to point out to you," said Tchekalinski, with his eternal
smile, "that you are playing rather high. We never put down here, as a
first stake, more than a hundred and seventy-five roubles."
"Very well," said Hermann; "but do you accept my stake or not?"
Tchekalinski bowed in token of acceptation. "I only wish to point out to
you," he said, "that although I am perfectly sure of my friends, I can
only play against ready money. I am quite convinced that your word is as
good as gold; but to keep up the rules of the game, and to facilitate
calculations, I should be obliged to you if you would put the money on
your card."
Hermann took a bank-note from his pocket and handed it to Tchekalinski,
who, after examining it with a glance, placed it on Hermann's card.
Then he began to deal. He turned up on the right a ten, and on the left
a three.
"I win," said Hermann, exhibiting his three.
A murmur of astonishment ran through the assembly. The banker knitted
his eyebrows, but speedily his face resumed its everlasting smile.
"Shall I settle at once?" he asked.
"If you will be kind enough to do so," said Hermann.
Tchekalinski took a bundle of bank-notes from his pocket-book, and paid.
Hermann pocketed his winnings and left the table.
Naroumoff was lost in astonishment. Hermann drank a glass of lemonade
and went home.
* * * * *
The next evening he returned to the house. Tchekalinski again held the
bank. Hermann went to the table, and this time the players hastened to
make room for him. Tchekalinski received him with a most gracious bow.
Hermann waited, took a card, and staked on it his forty-seven thousand
roubles, together with the like sum which he had gained the evening
before.
Tchekalinski began to deal. He turned up on the right a knave, and on
the left a seven.
Hermann exhibited a seven.
There was a general exclamation. Tchekalinski was evidently ill at ease,
but he counted out the ninety-four thousand roubles to Hermann, who took
them in the calmest manner, rose from the table, and went away.
* * * * *
The next evening, at the accustomed hour, he again appeared. Everyone
was expecting him. Generals and high officials had left their whist to
watch this extraordinary play. The young officers had quitted their
sofas, and even the servants of the house pressed round the table.
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