Victor Carrington
looked on, and shared his spoils; but he watched Eversleigh's schemes
with a half-contemptuous air.
"You think you are doing wonders, my dear Reginald," he said; "and
certainly, by means of Mr. Dale's losses, you and I contrive to live--
to say nothing of our dear Madame Durski, who comes in for her share of
the plunder. But after all, what is it? a few hundreds more or less, at
the best. I think you may by-and-by play a better and a deeper game
than that, Reginald, and I think I can show you how to play it."
"I do not want to be mixed up in any more of your schemes," answered
Sir Reginald, "I have had enough of them. What have they done for me?"
The two men were seated in Sir Reginald's dingy sitting-room in
Villiers Street when this conversation took place.
They were sitting opposite to each other, with a little table between
them. Victor Carrington rested his folded arms upon the table, and
leaned across them, looking full in the face of his companion.
"Look you, Reginald Eversleigh," he said, "because I have failed once,
there is no reason that I am to fail always. The devil himself
conspired against me last time; but the day will come when I shall have
the devil on my side. It is yet on the cards for you to become owner of
ten thousand a-year; and it shall be my business to make you owner of
that income.
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