Part 10 (2/2)
”That chap,” thought Oscar, ”is a quick thinker. He knows how to take advantage of the slightest incident when he is playing a game. All right, he is a bright player. We shall see how to scheme against him.”
Girard went away, and Thatford and Oscar proceeded to the Brunswick. The former became quite confidential after the first gla.s.s of wine, and his confidences were conventional and natural.
”My friend Girard is a great chap,” he said, ”one of the biggest-hearted fellows in the world. He is very rich and generous.”
”He appears like a very generous man,” said Oscar.
”He is just what he appears to be. He has but one weakness--he is excessively fond of draw.”
”Yes,” thought Oscar, ”he is playing a big game of draw with me, and he expects to draw me into some sort of a web. Well, he may succeed; we can't tell, Mr. Spider.”
Oscar did not speak out just what he thought, but said:
”I am partial to a little game myself under the proper conditions.”
”What do you consider the proper conditions?”
”My companions in the game gentlemen, who, like myself, play for the sake of amus.e.m.e.nt, and not to win for the sake of the money.”
”Then Girard is your man, and I think he has taken a great fancy to you, Dunne. He is a queer fellow in some things, but when he takes a fancy to a man, he clings to him, and is always ready to do a good turn.”
”That is a good trait.”
”Do you know, or rather would you suspect, that he was a poor orphan, and the architect of his own great fortune?”
”No, he acts to me like a man born to wealth.”
”On the contrary, he is the son of Irish parents. He was born out West.
His father was a ne'er-do-well. Girard at the age of twelve started in to provide for his mother and brothers and sisters. He went to Chicago and got in with a firm on the produce exchange. He served them well for several years and saved money until he could speculate on his own account. He is an honorable fellow. He resigned his position the moment he started in to deal on his own account, and he moved right along, making little successes, until finally he had money enough to go in for a big strike. He caught the market just right and at the age of twenty-eight got out of business with half a million to the right side of his hank account. He then came on to New York, and here he has lead an easy life, just enjoying himself in a quiet way; and, as I said, his great weakness is poker. He don't play a heavy game, but loses with a good grace and wins with exceeding courtesy.”
”I reckon he must be a pretty good fellow.”
”He is, and hang me, if we are not going to have the pleasure of his company. That pretty girl did not ring him into her party, and he has come to make things pleasant for us. I am glad he is here.”
Girard, looking as innocent and jovial as a ”let her go easy,” honest man, joined Oscar and Thatford, and started in with a pretty compliment, saying:
”Well, gentlemen, I got left, but I am stranded on a pleasant sh.o.r.e when my 'renig' sends me to such excellent company and such a bountiful repast.”
CHAPTER V.
THE GAME GOES ON AND FINE PLAY IS DISPLAYED ON BOTH SIDES.
”Well, you are a good one,” thought Oscar, and he mentally questioned whether or not he was coming out ahead of such a bold schemer, for the detective was well aware that the invitation business was a misleader--what is called a ”fake.” The fellow really intended to gain time to put up his job for ”doing” our hero, in case it was decided that he was to be ”done up.” Herein Girard had the advantage. He had fixed his plan and our hero was going it blind, not having had time to arrange a trick against the one he well knew was being set up for him.
Girard sat down and commenced a lively talk. He spoke in glowing terms of the lady who had recognized him in the theater. Indeed, he was as jolly and pleasant as a man who had no evil design in his heart.
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