CHAPTER XII.

The next morning Mark commenced work in earnest, and for two months

visited all the worst slums of London in company with one of the Bow

Street men. Both were generally in disguise, but Mark's companion

sometimes went openly to some of the houses inhabited by men well known

as criminals. On such occasions Mark remained within call, ready to go

in if assistance should be required; but there was small fear of this,

the men who were visited were all personally known to the officer, and

generally greeted him with “You aint wanting me, are you?”

“Not at all; what I am wanting is a little information for which I shall

be quite willing to pay the first man who enables us to lay hands on the

gentleman I want to find.” Then he would describe Bastow's appearance.

“He has taken to the road, I fancy, and has given us a good deal of

trouble; if it is the man I think it is, he has been away from London

for some years, and came back eight or ten months ago.”

The reply was always to the same effect:

“I don't know of such a man, and never heard of him. For my part,

I would not split on a pal, not for anything; but I should not mind

earning five guineas to put you on a cove who is not one of us. Besides,

it aint only the money; you know, you might do me a good turn some day.”

“Quite so; well, I can tell you it is a good deal more than five guineas

that would be earned if you could put me in the way of laying my hand on

his shoulder. I don't think that he is living in town. I expect he is

in some quiet neighborhood; still, if he is on the road, he must have a

horse somewhere. You might ask among the stables, and find out whether

anyone keeps a horse there who is in the habit of going out in the

afternoon and not coming back until the next day. You have plenty of

time upon your hands, and it would pay you well if you could bring me

the information I want.”

The officer said to Mark at the end of two months: “These knights of the

road don't often mix themselves up with the London housebreakers. The

most likely men to be able to tell you about the doings of such a

fellow would be receivers of stolen goods, but it would be dangerous to

question any of them--they would be sure to put him on his guard. I will

give you a list of some of them, and I should say that your best way

would be to watch their places of an evening, from the time it gets dark

till ten or eleven. Of course, it is just a chance. You may watch one

place for a month and he may happen to go there the very day you have

gone off to watch another crib. Still, there is just the chance, and I

don't see that there is one any other way.”

During this time Mark had been taking a lesson every evening with

Needham, and had surprised his teacher with the rapidity of his

progress; he had said, the very evening before, when Mark had countered

him with a blow that knocked him for two or three minutes senseless:

“We have had enough of this, governor; you have got beyond me

altogether, and I don't want another blow like that. You had better take

on Gibbons now. You are too big altogether for me, and yet you don't

fight like a heavyweight, for you are as quick on your pins as I am.”

Well pleased at having the day to himself and of having got clear of his

work in the thieves' rookeries, Mark went the next morning to Gibbons'

shop. His entry was hailed by a chorus of barking from dogs of all sorts

and sizes, from the bulldog down to the ratting terrier.

“Glad to see you, Mr. Thorndyke,” Gibbons said, when he had silenced the

barking. “I saw Jack last week, and he told me that he should hand you

over to me pretty soon, for that you were getting beyond him altogether,

and he thought that if you stuck to it you would give me all my work to

do in another six months.”

“I finished with him last night, Gibbons, and I shall be ready to come

for a lesson to you every morning, somewhere about this hour. I have

brought my bag with my togs.”

“All right, sir, I am ready at once; the place is clear now behind. I

have just been making it tidy, for we had a little ratting last night,

one of my dogs against Sir James Collette's, fifty rats each; my dog

beat him by three quarters of a minute.”

“You will never see me here at one of those businesses. I have no

objection to stand up to a man my own size and give and take until we

have had enough, but to see rats slaughtered when they have not a chance

of making a fight of it is altogether out of my line.”

“Well, sir, I do not care about it myself; there are lots who do like

it, and are ready to wager their money on it, and as it helps to sell my

dogs, besides what I can win out of the event--it was a wager of twenty

guineas last night--it aint for me to set myself up against it.”

Calling a boy to look after the shop, Gibbons went away into a wooden

building in the back yard; it was about twenty-five feet square, and

there were holes in the floor for the stakes, when a regular ring was

made. The floor was strewn with clean sawdust; a number of boxing gloves

hung by the wall.

“There is the dressing room,” Gibbons said, pointing to a door at the

other end. When both were ready he looked Mark over. “Your muscles have

thickened out a good bit, sir, since I saw you strip. Before another

four years, if you keep on at it, you will be as big a man as I am. I

am about eight years too old, and you are four years too young. You will

improve every day, and I shan't. Now, sir, let us see what you can do.

Jack tells me that you are wonderfully quick on your feet; there is the

advantage you have of me. I am as strong as ever I was, I think, but I

find that I cannot get about as I used to.”

He stood somewhat carelessly at first, but as they sparred for an

opening he became more careful, and presently hit out sharply. Mark

leaped back, and then, springing forward, struck out with his left;

Gibbons only just stopped it and then countered, but Mark was out of

reach again.

“That is good enough,” Gibbons said; “I can see Jack has taught you

pretty nearly all there is to know. We will just take those hits again.

You were right to get away from the first, but the second time you

should have guarded with your left, and hit at my chin with your right.

That jumping back game is first rate for avoiding punishment, but you

have got to come in again to hit. You took me by surprise that time, and

nearly got home, but you would not do it twice,” and so the lesson went

on for three quarters of an hour.

“That will do for today, sir; I am getting blown, if you are not. Well,

I can tell you I have never had a more promising pupil, and I have

brought forward two or three of the best men in the ring; no wonder that

Jack cannot do much with you. Give me six months, every day, and you

should have a turn occasionally with other men, and I would back you for

a hundred pounds against any man now in the ring.”

Three or four days later Mark received a message that the chief wanted

to speak with him that afternoon, and he accordingly went down.

“I've got a job for you, Mr. Thorndyke; it is just the sort of thing

that will suit you. There is a house in Buckingham Street that we have

had our eye on for some time; it is a gambling house, but with that we

have nothing to do unless complaints are made, but we have had several

complaints of late. It is a well got up place, and there are a good many

men of title frequent it, but men of title are not always more honest

than other people; anyhow, there are some rooks there, and several

young fellows of means have been pigeoned and ruined. They are mighty

particular who they let in, and there would be very little chance of

getting my regular men in there. Now, you are a stranger in London, but

you have friends here, and no doubt you could get introduced. We want

to know if the play is fair; if it isn't, we would break the place up

altogether. We know enough to do it now; but none of the poor beggars

who have been ruined will come forward, and, indeed, haven't any idea,

I think, that they have lost their money in anything but a run of bad

luck.

“One young fellow blew his brains out last week, and his father came

here with a list of what are called debts of honor, which he found in

his room. There they are, and the names of the men they are owed to; of

course some of them have been fairly won, but I have a strong suspicion

that those I have marked with a cross have not been. For instance, there

is Sir James Flash, a fellow who was turned out of White's two years

ago for sharp practice with cards; there is John Emerson, he is a man of

good family, but all his friends have given him up long ago, and he has

been living by his wits for the last five years. The others marked

are all of the same sort. Now, what I want you to do is to become a

frequenter of the place; of course you will have to play a little, and

as you are a stranger I expect that they will let you win for a bit;

but if not the old gentleman has placed 200 pounds in my hands for the

expenses.”

“I could play with my own money,” Mark said rather warmly.

“You forget, Mr. Thorndyke,” the chief said firmly, “that at the present

moment you are a member of my force, and that you go to this place in

that capacity, and not as Squire of Crowswood; therefore you must, if

you please, do as I instruct you. The gentleman will be ready to pay

that sum. As you see, the amounts entered here total up to nearly 10,000

pounds. He said that it will ruin him to pay that sum, but that he

must do so rather than his son should be branded as a defaulter. I have

advised him to write to all these people saying that it will take him

some time to raise the money, but that he will see that nobody shall be

a loser by his son's debts. I have told him in the meantime that I will

endeavor to get proof that the play was not fair, and in that case he

would, of course, refuse to pay any of the claims on that ground; and

you may be sure that if unfair play was proved none of those concerned

would dare to press their claims.”

“Then my function would be simply to watch?”

“Yes, to watch, and to bring me word of anything you may observe. You

see, without making a public scandal, if it could be found that a man

was discovered cheating, and the way in which he was doing it, one would

be able to put so strong a pressure on him, that not only might he be

forced to abstain from going to any club, but would be frightened into

giving up any IOUs he might hold.”

“I shall be glad to do the best I can, sir; but frankly I know next

to nothing of cards, and should have but little chance of detecting

anything that might be going on, when it must be done so cleverly that

experienced gamblers, watching a man closely, fail to see anything

wrong.”

“I quite understand that; but one of my men has made a study of the

various methods employed by gamblers to cheat, and although it would

take you years to learn how to do it yourself, a few hours' instruction

from him would at least put you up to some of their methods, and enable

you to know where to look for cheating. The man is now waiting in the

next room, and if you will take two or three hours daily with him, say

for a week, you ought to be able to detect the doings of these fellows

when to others everything seems right and above board. You may have no

inclination for cards, but knowledge of that sort is useful to anyone

in society, here or anywhere else, and may enable him either to save his

own pocket or to do a service to a friend.”

Mark was greatly interested in the tricks the man showed him. At first

it seemed to him almost magical, after he himself had shuffled the cards

and cut them the dealer invariably turned up a king. Even admitting he

might have various places of concealment, pockets in the lining of the

sleeve, in the inside of the coat, and in various other parts of

the dress, in which cards could be concealed and drawn out by silken

threads, it did not seem possible that this could be done with such

quickness as to be unobserved. It was only when his teacher showed him,

at first in the slowest manner, and then gradually increasing his speed,

that he perceived that what seemed impossible was easy enough when the

necessary practice and skill had been attained. The man was indeed an

adept at a great variety of tricks by which the unsuspecting could be

taken in.

“I ought to know,” he said. “I was for three years in a gambling house

in Paris, where every other man was a sharper. I have been in places of

the same sort in Belgium, Holland, Germany, and Italy. At first I was

only a boy waiter, and as until evening there was nothing doing at these

places, men would sometimes amuse themselves by teaching me tricks, easy

ones to begin with, and when they saw I was sharp and quick handed they

went on. After a time I began to work as a confederate, and at last on

my own account; but I got disgusted with it at last. A young fellow shot

himself at the table of the gambling house at Rome, and at another place

I was nearly killed by a man who had lost heavily--do you see, it has

left a broad scar right across my forehead?--so I gave it up.

“I was in the French police for a time, and used to watch some of the

lower hells. I was nearly killed there once or twice, and at last I

came back here. My French chief gave me a letter to the chief, and I was

taken on at once, for, talking as I do half a dozen languages, and being

acquainted with most of the swell mobsmen of Paris, I was just the man

who happened to be wanted here at the time. Since I came over I have

done a good deal in the way of breaking up hells where sailors and

others are plundered. But, you see, I cannot be used for the higher

class of work; my nose has been broken, and I have half a dozen scars on

my face. I hate the sight of cards now. I have seen so much of the ruin

they do, and have, I am sorry to say, taken a hand so often in doing it,

that save showing someone who would use the knowledge in the right way

how the tricks are done, nothing would persuade me to touch them again.

However, as a protection, the knowledge is as useful as it is dangerous

when used the other way. It would take you ten years to learn to do

these tricks yourself so well as to defy detection; but in a very short

time, by learning where to keep your eyes, you would get to detect

almost any of them.

“You see, there are three methods of cheating: the first by hidden

cards, the second by marked cards, the third simply by sleight of hand,

this being generally used in connection with marked cards. These tricks

require great skill and extreme delicacy of touch, for the marks,

which are generally at the edge of the cards, are so slight as to be

altogether imperceptible save to a trained hand. There are also marks on

the back of the cards; these are done in the printing, and are so slight

that, unless attention were attracted to them, no one would dream of

their existence.”

In the course of a week's practice Mark learned where to look for

cheating; he could not indeed follow the fingers of his instructor, for

even when he knew what was going to be done, the movements were so rapid

that his eye could not follow them, and in nine cases out of ten he

was unable to say whether the coup had been accomplished or not; but

he could see that there was a slight movement of the fingers that could

only mean that something was being done.

“It would be a good thing,” he said one day, “if every young fellow

before going out into the world were to have a course of such

instruction as you are giving me; he would learn, at least, the absolute

folly of sitting down to play cards with strangers. He would see that

he could be robbed in fifty different ways, and would be at the absolute

mercy of any sharper. I never had any inclination for gambling, but if

I had been inclined that way you would have cured me of the passion for

life.”

The week's instruction was lengthened to a fortnight, and at the end of

that time Mark went to Dick Chetwynd.

“Do you know, Dick,” he said, “a gambling place in Buckingham Street?”

“I know that there is a hell there, Mark, but I have never been in it.

Why do you ask?”

“I have rather a fancy to go there,” he replied. “I hear that, although

a good many men of fashion haunt the place, the crowd is rather a mixed

one.”

“It has a bad name, Mark; I have heard some queer reports about it.”

“Yes, so have I. I should think that it is a very likely place for a man

like Bastow to go to if he has any liking for play. Of course he would

get up as a gentleman. At any rate, I have been making what inquiries

I can in some of the thieves' quarters, and have come to the conclusion

that he is not likely to have taken up his abode there, and I don't

think I can do better than make a round of some of these doubtful

houses. I should like to begin with this, and then work downwards.”

“Well, I dare say I could manage it, Mark; I know half a dozen men who

play there; they say there is more fun and excitement to be got than

at White's or Crockford's, or any of those places. Some men, of course,

play high, but a good many who go there only risk a few guineas; some go

because it is the proper thing at present for a man about town either to

play or to bet on horses or cock fights, or to patronize the ring; and,

after all, it is easier to stroll for an hour or two of an evening into

comfortable rooms, where you meet a lively set and there is champagne

always going, than it is to attend races or prize fights.”

Very few days passed that Mark did not go in for half an hour's chat

with his friend, and two days after this conversation Dick said:

“By the way, Mark, I have arranged for us to go to that hell tonight;

young Boldero, who is a member of my club, told me some time ago that he

played there sometimes. I met him yesterday evening, and said that I had

a fancy to go and have a look at it, and that a friend of mine from the

country also wanted to go; he said at once that he would take us there.

“'I should advise you not to play much, Chetwynd,' he said; 'sometimes

they play uncommonly high, and there are some fellows who have wonderful

luck. Of course, on ordinary occasions, when the play is low, you could

stake a few guineas there as well as elsewhere, but when really high

play is on we small fish always stand out. All I can say is that I have

never seen anything that savors of foul play in the smallest degree; but

you understand how it is, if one man happens to have a big run of luck,

there are always fellows who go about hinting that there is something

wrong in it. However, it is a jolly place to drop into, and, of course

there is no occasion to play always, and if one loses one is likely to

win on the next race or on the next fight.'”

Accordingly that evening Mark met Boldero, whom he had once or twice

before seen in Dick's company, and the three went together to the house

in Buckingham Street. Boldero nodded to the doorkeeper as he went in,

and they then proceeded upstairs and entered a handsome room, with

comfortable sofas and chairs, on which a dozen men were seated, for the

most part smoking. Several champagne bottles stood on the tables, and

all who liked helped themselves. Boldero was known to several of those

present, while two or three were also known to Dick. Boldero introduced

them both to his friends. One of these was the Hon. John Emerson, a man

of some five and thirty, with a languid air and a slight drawl.

“Glad to make your acquaintance, sir,” he said to Mark. “Have you been

long in town?”

“Two or three months only,” Mark replied.

“Is this your first visit here?”

“Yes, this is my first visit to any place of the sort, but I thought

that I should like to go the rounds before I went home again.”

“Quite so. Going to punt a few guineas, I suppose?”

“Yes, I suppose that is the right thing to do.”

“Well, everyone who comes is expected to do a little that way; there is

no occasion to play high.”

“Oh, I should not like to do that,” Mark said innocently; “indeed, I

know very little about cards.”

“Oh, that is quite immaterial so long as you only play games of chance;

in fact, you don't want to know anything about them. You see others

staking their money, some on one side of the table, and some on the

other; you place your money whichever side you like, and take your

chance. There is no skill in it. Some people play on what they call a

system, but there is nothing in it; you have just as much chance if you

put your money down blindfolded. If luck is with you, you win; if luck

is against you, you lose.”

After chatting for a few minutes Mark went with his two companions

upstairs. The room they now entered was furnished as a drawing room,

except that in the middle was a table, round which some fifteen people

were seated, while as many more looked on; round the room were several

small tables, on which were packs of cards. These were for those who

preferred to play piquet or ecarte, two or three couples being so

engaged. Mark knew enough of cards to know that hazard was being played

at the large table. There was an inner room, and Mark strolled across

and looked in. It was at present untenanted; it contained a center table

capable of holding four, and two or three small ones, with two chairs

set in readiness to each.

“That is where the heavy play goes on,” Boldero said. “None of your four

or five guineas wagers there, fifties and hundreds are nearer the mark,

and I have seen a thousand wagered many a time. It is exciting work even

looking on, I can tell you; what it must be for the players I cannot

say, but I should think it must be frightful.”

Mark took up his stand at the hazard table, and after looking on for

some little time began to play. Beginning with guineas, he gradually, as

luck favored him, played five guineas, and after half an hour's play won

fifty. Then luck turned, and in a few minutes he had lost all he won.

“You ought to have stopped, Mark,” Dick said reproachfully, as he

stepped back from his place, which was at once filled by one who had

been standing behind him.

The play in the inner room had now begun, and Mark went in and joined

those who were looking on. In half an hour one of the players had had

enough, and a young man said to Emerson, who was standing on the other

side of the table:

“Now, Mr. Emerson, will you give me my revenge?”

“I would really rather not, Mr. Cotter. The luck has been so one sided

lately that I would rather leave it alone.”

“But it may turn tonight,” the other said. “At any rate, I will try it,

if you have no objection.”

There was a certain eagerness in the young man's voice that caused Mark

to watch him closely. He was a good looking young fellow, but his face

was not a strong one; and although he evidently tried to assume an

appearance of indifference as he sat down, there was a nervous movement

of his fingers. Mark took his place behind him as play began. The game

was ecarte, and for a time Emerson lost.

“I think the luck has changed, Mr. Cotter, but as we generally raise the

stakes after playing for a bit, I am ready to do so. Shall we make it

fifty pounds again?”

“With pleasure,” the young man said.

He won the next two games, then for some time they won alternately.

“Shall we say a hundred again?” he said.

“As you like,” Emerson replied. “We don't seem to get much forwarder

either way at present.”

A considerable number of lookers on had now gathered round. So far Mark,

although watching the fingers of the opposite player intently, had seen

no sign whatever of unfair play. He now redoubled his attention. Cotter

won the first game, his adversary the three next. Mark noticed now that

after looking at his hand Emerson looked abstractedly, as if meditating

before taking the next step; there was no expression in his face, but

Mark fancied that his eyes rested for a moment on the man standing next

to himself. He looked at his watch and then, as if finding the hour

later than he had expected, moved away from his place, and presently

joined Dick, who was standing with Boldero on the other side of the

table.

“Who is that man playing with Emerson?” he asked in a whisper.

“He is the son of Cotter, the head of Cotter's Bank, in Lombard Street.”

As the men were standing two or three deep round the table, Mark could

not see the table itself, but this mattered little, for his attention

was entirely directed towards the man standing behind Cotter's chair. He

saw that after glancing down at the young man's hand he looked across as

if seeing what Emerson was going to do; sometimes his eyes dropped

for an instant, at other times there was no such movement, and after

noticing this four or five times, and noticing the course Emerson took,

he had no doubt whatever in his own mind that the movement of the man's

eyes was an intimation to Emerson of the nature of Cotter's hand. The

young man had lost four games in succession; he had grown very pale, but

showed no other signs of agitation. Presently he said:

“You have your usual luck again; I will only play one more game tonight,

but we may as well make it worth playing. Shall we say five hundred?”

“At your service,” Emerson replied.

This time the face of the man standing behind Cotter's chair was

immovable, and Mark, placing himself behind a short man and straining

his head forward, saw that Cotter scored four. The next time there was

still no sign. Emerson showed a king and scored it, and then won every

trick and the game.

“That makes nine hundred pounds,” the young man said quietly, writing

an IOU for that amount and handing it to Emerson. There was a general

movement of the spectators, and two fresh players took the seats vacated

by the late antagonists.

“Who was the man standing behind Cotter's chair?” Mark asked Boldero.

“That is Sir James Flash. He is just going to play, you see; it is sure

to be another hot game, and an interesting one.”

“Well, I think I will go,” Mark said; “the heat of the room has given me

a bit of a headache. I will see you tomorrow, Dick.”

“Good night, old man,” Chetwynd said; and, shaking hands with Boldero,

Mark went downstairs immediately after Cotter. The latter went into the

room below, drank off a tumbler of champagne, and then went down, took

his hat, and went out. Mark followed him for a short distance, and

joined him as soon as he got up into the Strand.

“Mr. Cotter,” he said, “I have not the pleasure of knowing you

personally, and I must introduce myself. My name is Mark Thorndyke,

and I am the owner of an estate close to Reigate. Would you mind my

exchanging a few words with you?”

Cotter looked up, and was about to give a flat refusal, but the

expression of Mark's face was so friendly and pleasant that he changed

his mind and said in a hard voice:

“I really do not know what you can have to say to me, Mr. Thorndyke, but

of course I can hardly refuse to hear you.”

They walked across the road and turned up a quiet street.

“For certain reasons it is not necessary for me to explain,” Mark said,

“I went to that place for the first time tonight, and I watched the play

between you and Mr. Emerson.”

“It does not matter, sir; I lost, and I am not going there again.”

“I hope, on the contrary, that you will go there again, Mr. Cotter. If I

mistake not, from what I heard, you have lost considerable sums to that

man.”

“I imagine, sir, that that is no business of a stranger.”

“In no way personally,” Mark replied, not heeding the angry ring in

the voice, “but as an honest man it does concern me. I am absolutely

convinced, sir, that that money has not been won from you fairly.”

The young man gave a start.

“Impossible!” he said shortly. “Mr. Emerson is a man of good family and

a gentleman.”

“He is a man of good family, I admit, but certainly not a gentleman; his

antecedents are notorious.”

“I have never heard a word against him; he is intimate with Sir James

Flash and other gentlemen of position.”

“I am not surprised, that you have not heard of it; it was probably

to the interest of several persons that you should not do so. Nor do

I suppose that you are aware that Sir James Flash was himself expelled

from White's for cheating at cards.”

“Impossible!” Mr. Cotter replied.

“I can assure you of the fact,” Mark said quietly. “Probably you have

among your acquaintances some members of White's. I am sure if you ask

them they will confirm the fact. Now, sir, I can assure you that I

have no interest in this matter, save to prevent a gentleman from being

ruined by blacklegs. May I ask how much you owe to Mr. Emerson and Sir

James Flash?”

The young man hesitated. “I believe you, sir,” he said at last. “They

hold my IOUs for 29,000 pounds. I need hardly say it is absolute ruin.

My intention is to make a clean breast to my father about it tomorrow

morning. My father will give me the money, in the first place because he

loves me and would save my name from disgrace, and in the second because

were I posted as a defaulter it would strike a severe blow at the credit

of the bank. So he will give me the money, but he will bid me leave his

house forever. That will matter little, for I shall pay the money, and

tomorrow night I shall blow out my brains.”

“Well, sir, if you will follow my advice you will neither pay the

money nor blow out your brains. I saw enough tonight to feel absolutely

certain that you have been cheated. Sir James Flash stood behind you,

and was, I am sure, signaling your hand to Emerson. I believe that

Emerson played fair otherwise, until the last game, but I am convinced

that he then cheated. You had good hands, but he had better; and

although I did not see him cheat--for I was on the other side of the

table--I am convinced that he did so. Now, sir, I advise you to go in

as usual tomorrow evening, and to play, raising your stakes as you did

tonight. When the times comes I will expose him. Should I not be able to

detect him we must try another night. I am so much convinced that this

is the case, and that I shall succeed, that whether you play one night

or three I will guarantee that you shall be no loser, but will, on the

honor of a gentleman, place in your hands the amount of your losses; so

that you will not have to ask your father for a check larger than you

would do if you confessed to him tomorrow morning. I only ask in return

that you, on your part, will give me your word of honor that you will

never touch a card again after you rise from the table.”

“I cannot accept so generous an offer from a stranger,” Cotter said in a

low tone.

“I do not think that it is generous,” Mark replied quietly, “because I

am perfectly convinced that I shall not have to pay at all. Have you any

other IOUs out?”

“I have given them for about 5000 pounds, but that is not in addition

to the 29,000 pounds. Emerson told me that as he knew that I should have

difficulty in paying them at the present moment, he had taken them up,

and held them with his own.”

“Will you give me the names of the persons to whom you gave them in the

first place?”

“Certainly;” and he mentioned three names, all of which stood with a

black cross against them on Mark's list.

“Thank you. Then you will go tomorrow night again?”

“Yes; and I swear to you that I will never touch a card afterwards.”

“I don't think that you need fear,” Mark said. “I have not been long in

London, but I happen to have been shown a good many of the tricks that

these blacklegs play on greenhorns, which will account for my having

noticed what has never been observed by the honest portion of the men

who frequent the place. Now I will say good night, sir. I shall be

behind your chair or his tomorrow night.”

“I don't know what to say,” Cotter said hesitatingly.

“There is no occasion to say anything; it is the duty of every honest

man to interfere if he sees another honest man being robbed, and that is

my sole object in this matter. Good night;” and turning round, he walked

rapidly away.

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