pockets full of money, and showed that nothing could be easier
than for Olivier to go and do
likewise in his terrible
condition;--in short, on one hand there were within his grasp,
riches, pleasure, all manner of
enjoyment; on the other, pitiless
creditors, ruin,
misery, and
contempt. The tempter, moreover,
offered to
initiate his
listener in his
infallible method of
getting rich. In his frame of mind Olivier yielded to the
temptation, with the full
determination, if not to get money by
cheating at cards, at any rate to learn the method which might
serve as a means of self-defence should he not think proper to
use it for attack--such was the final
argument suggested by the
human Mephistopheles to his pupil.
Taking Olivier to his house, he showed him a pack of cards. 'Now
here is a pack of cards,' he said; 'there seems to be nothing
remarkable about it, does there?' Olivier examined the pack and
declared that the cards did not appear to
differ in the least
from all others. 'Well,' said Chauvignac, 'nevertheless they
have been subjected to a
preparation called biseautage, or having
one end of the cards made narrower than the other. This
disposition enables us to remove from the pack such and such
cards and then to class them in the necessary order so that they
may get into the hand of the operator.' Chauvignac then
proceeded to apply his precepts by an example, and although the
young man had no particular
qualification for the art of
legerdemain, he succeeded at once to
admiration in a game at
Ecarte, for he had already mastered the first process of
cheating. Having thus, as he thought,
sufficiently compromised
his
victim, Chauvignac left him to his temptations, and took
leave of him.
Two days afterwards the professor returned to his pupil and
invited him to accompany him on a pleasure trip. Olivier excused
himself on
account of his
desperate condition--one of his
creditors being in
pursuit of him for a debt of one thousand
francs. 'Is that all?' said Chauvignac; and pulling out his
pocket-book he added,--'Here's a bank-note; you can repay me to-
morrow.' 'Why, man, you are mad!' exclaimed Olivier. 'Be it
so,' said Chauvignac; 'and in my
madness I give you credit for
another thousand-franc bank-note to go and get thirty thousand
francs which are
waiting for you.' 'Now, do explain yourself,
for you are driving ME mad.' 'Nothing more easy. Here is the
fact,' said Chauvignac. 'M. le Comte de Vandermool, a wealthy
Belgian
capitalist, a
desperate gamester if ever there was one,
and who can lose a hundred thousand francs without much
inconvenience, is now at Boulogne, where he will remain a week.
This millionnaire must be thinned a little. Nothing is easier.
One of my friends and confreres, named Chaffard, is already with
the count to prepare the way. We have only now to set to work.
You are one of us--that's agreed--and in a few days you will
return, to satisfy your
creditors and buy your
mistress a shawl.'
'Stop a bit. You are going too fast. Wait a little. I haven't
as yet said Yes,' replied Olivier. 'I don't want your Yes now;
you will say it at Boulogne. For the present go and pay your
bill. We set out in two hours; the post-horses are already
ordered; we shall start from my house: be punctual.'
The party reached Boulogne and put up at the Hotel de l'Univers.
On their
arrival they were informed that no time was to be lost,
as the count talked of leaving next day. The two travellers took
a hasty dinner, and at once proceeded to the
apartment of the
Belgian millionnaire. Chaffard, who had preceded them,
introduced them as two of his friends, whose property was
situated in the
vicinity of Boulogne.
M. le Comte de Vandermool was a man about fifty years of age,
with an open, candid
countenance. He wore several foreign
decorations. He received the two gentlemen with charming
affability; he did more; he invited them to spend the evening
with him. Of course the
invitation was accepted. When the
conversation began to flag, the count proposed a game--which was
also, of course, very
readily agreed to by the three comperes.
While the table was prepared, Chauvignac gave his young friend