Mademoiselle of Monte Carlo | Page 7

woman they call 'Mademoiselle of Monte Carlo'!"
Hugh started, and glancing in the direction she indicated saw the
handsome woman seated at the table staking her counters quite
unconcernedly and entirely absorbed in the game. She was wearing a
dead black dress cut slightly low in the neck, but half-bare shoulders,
with a string of magnificent Chinese jade beads of that pale apple green
so prized by connoisseurs.
Her eyes were fixed upon the revolving wheel, for upon the number
sixteen she had just thrown a couple of thousand franc counters. The
ball dropped with a sudden click, the croupier announced that number
five had won, and at once raked in the two thousand francs among
others.

Mademoiselle shrugged her shoulders and smiled faintly. Yvonne
Ferad was a born gambler. To her losses came as easily as gains. The
Administration knew that--and they also knew how at the little pigeon-
hole where counters were exchanged for cheques she came often and
handed over big sums in exchange for drafts upon certain banks, both
in Paris and in London.
Yet they never worried. Her lucky play attracted others who usually
lost. Once, a year before, a Frenchman who occupied a seat next to her
daily for a month lost over a quarter of a million sterling, and one night
threw himself under the Paris /rapide/ at the long bridge over the Var.
But on hearing of it the next day from a croupier Mademoiselle merely
shrugged her shoulders, and said:
"I warned him to return to Paris. The fool! It is only what I expected."
Hugh looked only once across at the mysterious woman whom Dorise
had indicated, and then drew her away. As a matter of fact he had no
intention that mademoiselle should notice him.
"What do you know of her?" he asked in a casual way when they were
on the other side of the great saloon.
"Well, a Frenchman I met in the hotel the day before yesterday told me
all sorts of queer stories about her," replied the girl. "She's apparently a
most weird person, and she has uncanny good luck at the tables. He
said that she had won a large fortune during the last couple of years or
so."
Hugh made no remark as to the reason of his visit to the Riviera, for,
indeed, he had arrived only the day previously, and she had welcomed
him joyously. Little did she dream that her lover had come out from
London to see that woman who was declared to be so notorious.
"I noticed her playing this afternoon," Hugh said a moment later in a
quiet reflective tone. "What do the gossips really say about her, Dorise?
All this is interesting. But there are so many interesting people here."

"Well, the man who told me about her was sitting with me outside the
Cafe de Paris when she passed across the Place to the Casino. That
caused him to make the remarks. He said that her past was obscure.
Some people say that she was a Danish opera singer, others declare that
she was the daughter of a humble tobacconist in Marseilles, and others
assert that she is English. But all agree that she is a clever and very
dangerous woman."
"Why dangerous?" inquired Hugh in surprise.
"Ah! That I don't know. The man who told me merely hinted at her past
career, and added that she was quite a respectable person nowadays in
her affluence. But--well----" added the girl with a laugh, "I suppose
people gossip about everyone in this place."
"Who was your informant?" asked her lover, much interested.
"His name is Courtin. I believe he is an official of one of the
departments of the Ministry of Justice in Paris. At least somebody said
so yesterday."
"Ah! Then he probably knew more about her than he told you, I
expect."
"No doubt, for he warned my mother and myself against making her
acquaintance," said the girl. "He said she was a most undesirable
person."
At that moment Lady Ranscomb and Walter Brock joined them,
whereupon the former exclaimed to her daughter:
"Did you see that woman over there?--still playing--the woman in black
and the jade beads, against whom Monsieur Courtin warned us?"
"Yes, mother, I noticed her. I've just been telling Hugh about her."
"A mysterious person--eh?" laughed Hugh with well-affected
indifference. "But one never knows who's who in Monte Carlo."

"Well, Mademoiselle is apparently something of a mystery," remarked
Brock. "I've seen her here before several times. Once, about two years
ago, I heard that she was mixed up in a very celebrated criminal case,
but exactly what it was the man who told me could not recollect. She is,
however, one of the handsomest women in the Rooms."
"And one of the wealthiest--if