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    The Gambler

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    apartments she praised a few, while to others she remained

      indifferent. Concerning everything, however, she asked

      questions. Finally we reached the gaming-salons, where a lacquey

      who was, acting as guard over the doors, flung them open as

      though he were a man possessed.

      The Grandmother's entry into the roulette-salon produced a

      profound impression upon the public. Around the tables, and at

      the further end of the room where the trente-et-quarante table

      was set out, there may have been gathered from 150 to 200

      gamblers, ranged in several rows. Those who had succeeded in

      pushing their way to the tables were standing with their feet

      firmly planted, in order to avoid having to give up their places

      until they should have finished their game (since merely to

      stand looking on--thus occupying a gambler's place for

      nothing--was not permitted). True, chairs were provided around

      the tables, but few players made use of them--more especially if

      there was a large attendance of the general public; since to

      stand allowed of a closer approach; and, therefore, of greater

      facilities for calculation and staking. Behind the foremost row

      were herded a second and a third row of people awaiting their

      turn; but sometimes their impatience led these people to

      stretch a hand through the first row, in order to deposit their

      stakes. Even third-row individuals would dart forward to stake;

      whence seldom did more than five or ten minutes pass without a

      scene over disputed money arising at one or another end of the

      table. On the other hand, the police of the Casino were an able

      body of men; and though to escape the crush was an

      impossibility, however much one might wish it, the eight

      croupiers apportioned to each table kept an eye upon the stakes,

      performed the necessary reckoning, and decided disputes as they

      arose.

      In the last resort they always called in the Casino

      police, and the disputes would immediately come to an end.

      Policemen were stationed about the Casino in ordinary costume,

      and mingled with the spectators so as to make it impossible to

      recognise them. In particular they kept a lookout for

      pickpockets and swindlers, who simply swanned in the roulette

      salons, and reaped a rich harvest. Indeed, in every direction

      money was being filched from pockets or purses--though, of

      course, if the attempt miscarried, a great uproar ensued. One

      had only to approach a roulette table, begin to play, and

      then openly grab some one else's winnings, for a din to be

      raised, and the thief to start vociferating that the stake was

      HIS; and, if the coup had been carried out with sufficient skill,

      and the witnesses wavered at all in their testimony, the thief

      would as likely as not succeed in getting away with the money,

      provided that the sum was not a large one--not large enough to

      have attracted the attention of the croupiers or some

      fellow-player. Moreover, if it were a stake of insignificant

      size, its true owner would sometimes decline to continue the

      dispute, rather than become involved in a scandal. Conversely,

      if the thief was detected, he was ignominiously expelled the

      building.

      Upon all this the Grandmother gazed with open-eyed curiosity;

      and, on some thieves happening to be turned out of the place,

      she was delighted. Trente-et-quarante interested her but little;

      she preferred roulette, with its ever-revolving wheel. At length

      she expressed a wish to view the game closer; whereupon in some

      mysterious manner, the lacqueys and other officious agents

      (especially one or two ruined Poles of the kind who keep

      offering their services to successful gamblers and foreigners in

      general) at once found and cleared a space for the old lady

      among the crush, at the very centre of one of the tables, and

      next to the chief croupier; after which they wheeled her chair

      thither. Upon this a number of visitors who were not playing,

      but only looking on (particularly some Englishmen with their

      families), pressed closer forward towards the table, in order

      to watch the old lady from among the ranks of the gamblers. Many

      a lorgnette I saw turned in her direction, and the croupiers'

      hopes rose high that such an eccentric player was about to

      provide them with something out of the common. An old lady of

      seventy-five years who, though unable to walk, desired to play

      was not an everyday phenomenon. I too pressed forward towards

      the table, and ranged myself by the Grandmother's side; while

      Martha and Potapitch remained somewhere in the background among

      the crowd, and the General, Polina, and De Griers, with Mlle.

      Blanche, also remained hidden among the spectators.

      At first the old lady did no more than watch the gamblers, and

      ply me, in a half-whisper, with sharp-broken questions as to who

      was so-and-so. Especially did her favour light upon a very young

      man who was plunging heavily, and had won (so it was whispered)

      as much as 40,000 francs, which were lying before him on the

      table in a heap of gold and bank-notes. His eyes kept flashing,

      and his hands shaking; yet all the while he staked without any

      sort of calculation--just what came to his hand, as he kept

      winning and winning, and raking and raking in his gains. Around

      him lacqueys fussed--placing chairs just behind where he was

      standing-- and clearing the spectators from his vicinity, so that

      he should have more room, and not be crowded--the whole done, of

      course, in expectation of a generous largesse. From time to time

      other gamblers would hand him part of their winnings--being glad

      to let him stake for them as much as his hand could grasp; while

      beside him stood a Pole in a state of violent, but respectful,

      agitation, who, also in expectation of a generous largesse, kept

      whispering to him at intervals (probably telling him what to

      stake, and advising and directing his play). Yet never once did

      the player throw him a glance as he staked and staked, and raked

      in his winnings. Evidently, the player in question was dead to

      all besides.

      For a few minutes the Grandmother watched him.

      "Go and tell him," suddenly she exclaimed with a nudge at my

      elbow, "--go and tell him to stop, and to take his money with

      him, and go home. Presently he will be losing--yes, losing

      everything that he has now won." She seemed almost breathless

      with excitement.

      "Where is Potapitch?" she continued. "Send Potapitch to speak

      to him. No, YOU must tell him, you must tell him,"--here she

      nudged me again--"for I have not the least notion where

      Potapitch is. Sortez, sortez," she shouted to the young man,

      until I leant over in her direction and whispered in her ear

      that no shouting was allowed, nor even loud speaking, since to

      do so disturbed the calculations of the players, and might lead

      to our being ejected.

      "How provoking!" she retorted. "Then the young man is done

      for! I suppose he WISHES to be ruined. Yet I could not bear to

      see him
    have to return it all. What a fool the fellow is!" and

      the old lady turned sharply away.

      On the left, among the players at the other half of the table, a

      young lady was playing, with, beside her, a dwarf. Who the dwarf

      may have been--whether a relative or a person whom she took with

      her to act as a foil--I do not know; but I had noticed her there

      on previous occasions, since, everyday, she entered the Casino

      at one o'clock precisely, and departed at two--thus playing for

      exactly one hour. Being well-known to the attendants, she always

      had a seat provided for her; and, taking some gold and a few

      thousand-franc notes out of her pocket--would begin quietly,

      coldly, and after much calculation, to stake, and mark down the

      figures in pencil on a paper, as though striving to work out a

      system according to which, at given moments, the odds might

      group themselves. Always she staked large coins, and either lost

      or won one, two, or three thousand francs a day, but not more;

      after which she would depart. The Grandmother took a long look

      at her.

      "THAT woman is not losing," she said. "To whom does she

      belong? Do you know her? Who is she?"

      "She is, I believe, a Frenchwoman," I replied.

      "Ah! A bird of passage, evidently. Besides, I can see that she

      has her shoes polished. Now, explain to me the meaning of each

      round in the game, and the way in which one ought to stake."

      Upon this I set myself to explain the meaning of all the

      combinations--of "rouge et noir," of "pair et impair," of

      "manque et passe," with, lastly, the different values in the

      system of numbers. The Grandmother listened attentively, took

      notes, put questions in various forms, and laid the whole thing

      to heart. Indeed, since an example of each system of stakes kept

      constantly occurring, a great deal of information could be

      assimilated with ease and celerity. The Grandmother was vastly

      pleased.

      "But what is zero?" she inquired. "Just now I heard the

      flaxen-haired croupier call out 'zero!' And why does he keep

      raking in all the money that is on the table? To think that he

      should grab the whole pile for himself! What does zero mean?"

      "Zero is what the bank takes for itself. If the wheel stops at

      that figure, everything lying on the table becomes the absolute

      property of the bank. Also, whenever the wheel has begun to

      turn, the bank ceases to pay out anything."

      "Then I should receive nothing if I were staking?"

      "No; unless by any chance you had PURPOSELY staked on zero; in

      which case you would receive thirty-five times the value of your

      stake."

      "Why thirty-five times, when zero so often turns up? And if so,

      why do not more of these fools stake upon it?"

      "Because the number of chances against its occurrence is

      thirty-six."

      "Rubbish! Potapitch, Potapitch! Come here, and I will give you

      some money." The old lady took out of her pocket a

      tightly-clasped purse, and extracted from its depths a

      ten-gulden piece. "Go at once, and stake that upon zero."

      "But, Madame, zero has only this moment turned up," I

      remonstrated; "wherefore, it may not do so again for ever so

      long. Wait a little, and you may then have a better chance."

      "Rubbish! Stake, please."

      "Pardon me, but zero might not turn up again until, say,

      tonight, even though you had staked thousands upon it. It often

      happens so."

      "Rubbish, rubbish! Who fears the wolf should never enter the

      forest. What? We have lost? Then stake again."

      A second ten-gulden piece did we lose, and then I put down a

      third. The Grandmother could scarcely remain seated in her

      chair, so intent was she upon the little ball as it leapt

      through the notches of the ever-revolving wheel. However, the

      third ten-gulden piece followed the first two. Upon this the

      Grandmother went perfectly crazy. She could no longer sit still,

      and actually struck the table with her fist when the croupier

      cried out, "Trente-six," instead of the desiderated zero.

      "To listen to him!" fumed the old lady. "When will that

      accursed zero ever turn up? I cannot breathe until I see it. I

      believe that that infernal croupier is PURPOSELY keeping it from

      turning up. Alexis Ivanovitch, stake TWO golden pieces this

      time. The moment we cease to stake, that cursed zero will come

      turning up, and we shall get nothing."

      "My good Madame--"

      "Stake, stake! It is not YOUR money."

      Accordingly I staked two ten-gulden pieces. The ball went

      hopping round the wheel until it began to settle through the

      notches. Meanwhile the Grandmother sat as though petrified, with

      my hand convulsively clutched in hers.

      "Zero!" called the croupier.

      "There! You see, you see!" cried the old lady, as she turned

      and faced me, wreathed in smiles. "I told you so! It was the

      Lord God himself who suggested to me to stake those two coins.

      Now, how much ought I to receive? Why do they not pay it out to

      me? Potapitch! Martha! Where are they? What has become of our

      party? Potapitch, Potapitch!"

      "Presently, Madame," I whispered. "Potapitch is outside, and

      they would decline to admit him to these rooms. See! You are

      being paid out your money. Pray take it." The croupiers were

      making up a heavy packet of coins, sealed in blue paper, and

      containing fifty ten gulden pieces, together with an unsealed

      packet containing another twenty. I handed the whole to the old

      lady in a money-shovel.

      "Faites le jeu, messieurs! Faites le jeu, messieurs! Rien ne va

      plus," proclaimed the croupier as once more he invited the

      company to stake, and prepared to turn the wheel.

      "We shall be too late! He is going to spin again! Stake, stake!"

      The Grandmother was in a perfect fever. "Do not hang back! Be

      quick!" She seemed almost beside herself, and nudged me as hard

      as she could.

      "Upon what shall I stake, Madame?"

      "Upon zero, upon zero! Again upon zero! Stake as much as ever

      you can. How much have we got? Seventy ten-gulden pieces? We

      shall not miss them, so stake twenty pieces at a time."

      "Think a moment, Madame. Sometimes zero does not turn up for

      two hundred rounds in succession. I assure you that you may lose

      all your capital."

      "You are wrong--utterly wrong. Stake, I tell you! What a

      chattering tongue you have! I know perfectly well what I am

      doing." The old lady was shaking with excitement.

      "But the rules do not allow of more than 120 gulden being

      staked upon zero at a time."

      "How 'do not allow'? Surely you are wrong? Monsieur, monsieur--"

      here she nudged the croupier who was sitting on her left, and

      preparing to spin-- "combien zero? Douze? Douze?"

      I hastened to translate.

      "Oui, Madame," was the croupier's polite reply. "No single

      stake must exceed four thousand florins. That is the regulation."

      "Then there is nothing else for it. We must risk in gulden."

      "Le jeu est fait!" the croupier call
    ed. The wheel revolved,

      and stopped at thirty. We had lost!

      "Again, again, again! Stake again!" shouted the old lady.

      Without attempting to oppose her further, but merely shrugging

      my shoulders, I placed twelve more ten-gulden pieces upon the

      table. The wheel whirled around and around, with the Grandmother

      simply quaking as she watched its revolutions.

      "Does she again think that zero is going to be the winning

      coup?" thought I, as I stared at her in astonishment. Yet an

      absolute assurance of winning was shining on her face; she

      looked perfectly convinced that zero was about to be called

      again. At length the ball dropped off into one of the notches.

      "Zero!" cried the croupier.

      "Ah!!!" screamed the old lady as she turned to me in a whirl

      of triumph.

      I myself was at heart a gambler. At that moment I became acutely

      conscious both of that fact and of the fact that my hands and

      knees were shaking, and that the blood was beating in my brain.

      Of course this was a rare occasion--an occasion on which zero had

      turned up no less than three times within a dozen rounds; yet in

      such an event there was nothing so very surprising, seeing that,

      only three days ago, I myself had been a witness to zero turning

      up THREE TIMES IN SUCCESSION, so that one of the players who was

      recording the coups on paper was moved to remark that for

      several days past zero had never turned up at all!

      With the Grandmother, as with any one who has won a very large

      sum, the management settled up with great attention and respect,

      since she was fortunate to have to receive no less than 4200

      gulden. Of these gulden the odd 200 were paid her in gold, and

      the remainder in bank notes.

      This time the old lady did not call for Potapitch; for that she

      was too preoccupied. Though not outwardly shaken by the event

      (indeed, she seemed perfectly calm), she was trembling inwardly

      from head to foot. At length, completely absorbed in the game,

      she burst out:

      "Alexis Ivanovitch, did not the croupier just say that 4000

      florins were the most that could be staked at any one time?

      Well, take these 4000, and stake them upon the red."

      To oppose her was useless. Once more the wheel revolved.

      "Rouge!" proclaimed the croupier.

      Again 4000 florins--in all 8000!

      "Give me them," commanded the Grandmother, "and stake the other

      4000 upon the red again."

      I did so.

      "Rouge!" proclaimed the croupier.

      "Twelve thousand!" cried the old lady. "Hand me the whole

      lot. Put the gold into this purse here, and count the bank

      notes. Enough! Let us go home. Wheel my chair away."

      XI

      THE chair, with the old lady beaming in it, was wheeled away

      towards the doors at the further end of the salon, while our

      party hastened to crowd around her, and to offer her their

      congratulations. In fact, eccentric as was her conduct, it was

      also overshadowed by her triumph; with the result that the

      General no longer feared to be publicly compromised by being

      seen with such a strange woman, but, smiling in a condescending,

      cheerfully familiar way, as though he were soothing a child, he

      offered his greetings to the old lady. At the same time, both he

      and the rest of the spectators were visibly impressed.

      Everywhere people kept pointing to the Grandmother, and talking

      about her. Many people even walked beside her chair, in order to

      view her the better while, at a little distance, Astley was

      carrying on a conversation on the subject with two English

      acquaintances of his. De Griers was simply overflowing with

      smiles and compliments, and a number of fine ladies were staring

      at the Grandmother as though she had been something curious.

      "Quelle victoire!" exclaimed De Griers.

      "Mais, Madame, c'etait du feu!" added Mlle. Blanche with an

      elusive smile.

      "Yes, I have won twelve thousand florins," replied the old

      lady. "And then there is all this gold. With it the total ought

     


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