Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-03-09

yg,Enr elaxants of the Sporting C3ub
I'd nGomte Carrie, presented hxmzseM at
the main Bureau De Change with
0nzy q weak effort at that mmoefiity Of ex-
wrRauium which, in the lie Of the Casino, ID
esmtsd part Of the equipEent Of -the chic
anmAler
BOth his hands were filled with red plaques.
nna ne had M sooner deposited them upon
the dEzk than. from hB hulging pockets, he
nweslsuewd two more handfuls The cashier
spread them before him in rows of 10. Then
he produeed an incredible pile Of mile notes,
Soue up I'm series of tens. He tEgnea them
ever with agile forehnger, pansing to examine
naeEe closely small portion Of them
There is some sealing wax on the backs Of
these" he pointed out Monsieur obiects?'
Not in the least" the young man assured
him.
The 46 packets were transferred to the
pocket of the fortunate young man. The
cashier leaned forward.
monsieur returns to Nice tOnight?"
The young man nodded.
Monsieur will play tomorrow night?"
without q doubt. While the Sporting Club
Is open play nowhere else"
The Courdains were a well known LEGAL
family and the cashier was born Monegasque
He leaned forward once more.
why not leave a portion Of that money,
Monsieur Gourdain?' he suggested. You can
collect it when you arrive tomorrow
The young man shook his head why
should do that?" he protested. MY banker
thinks that gamble too heavily. Tomorrow
shall show him. shall deposit half, and bring
the Temainder away with me. He win believe
then that il Is possible 70 win"
~Four hundred and sixty thousand francs is
. great deal Of money 20 take to Vice at
O'Clock IN the morning" the cashier warned
him.
why, my friend" the young man ezpostul-
ated ''this Is one Of the safest roads in Europe.
Bessaes, I'm q ear at q hundred kiEometeTs an
hour. what can be done? I step for no enc.
Tllat can promise"
THERE was rush Of business. and the for
tMnate gambler passed on He fingered at
TIE har fer . werd with Joseph aad . final
Whisky-amd-soda. The popular baEman leaned
aesosx the counter.
"lEsnsseur has had coed foEszne tonisht3"
PasRYe GCufdain smiled. Good enough to
ask you to take one Of those boxes Of cigars
hsne with you. Joseph"
That b very kind Of monsieur" was the
grateful acknowledgment. "But Monsieur
0Surdain. why not leave some Of your win
nings with me? It goes into the safe, or I
can set you Casino check"
what on earth for? I am going straight
hack to Nice and, as you see, am, as always,
soher.'
Naturally" was the reply; but the road
between here and Nice"
why, it IL the safest in the woridi" the
young man interrupted. ST have never heard
anything more than ruInor Of any attempt
at robbery
'ReOutex Monsieur GOurdain," Joseph beg
gea eagerly. up till last week, yes; since last
week. even the night before last, there has been
tFoNb1e On the road"
ssVEhat do vou meAnp RohAerv9"
Joseph nodded There IL m American who
was robbed Of 5eyo00 francs-as yet he Is not
able to explain how"
Il have heard nothing Of this" Pierre GOur-
dain declared.
"No?" Joseph remarked meaningly. do we
hear much Of what happens in Monte Carlo,
save Of the galas and the brilliant crowd at the
Sporting Club, and the great winnings? Never
theless this Is the truth. Besides the Ameri-
can. there was a man found dead two mornings
ego, in the read near Cap d'Ail and not sign
On = word as TO how he got there--a man in
evening Clothes with empty pockets. what
does one think? I ask you, Monsieur Gour-
dam"
who Is TO know Joseph" Gourdain asked
him, that leave here tonight with money!"
Monsieur 0Ourdain," Joseph eonfded "It
has been said that there are spies about here;
that when large win comes to any one out
d Monte Carlo ike you, the news is passed on
by telephone. I speak more than should per-
haps. bat have my ideas"
One Of the FORMULATING deities Of the place
crossed the threshold Of the bar and looked
around the room. Joseph faded away Ike a .
ghost.
Monsieur GOwdain made his thoughtfuI de-
paTture. As he struggled into his heavy over
eOat, . person whom he had passed on the
stairs entered the telephone booth.
Pour O'Clock giOwed upon his illuminated
timepiece as TreshOlnl, hOmeward bound
from TOulon, swung round one Of the last Of
the terrible curves Of the Lower Corniche close