Polperro,
ruefully, "but no matter, it is lovely once you get inside!" and he
chuckled happily.
When in front of the great glass doors, he touched Chester on the arm.
"I wonder whether M'sieur would care to become a member of the Club," he
said in a low voice. "I do not press M'sieur to do so! But you see, both
Madame Bailey and her friends are members of the Club, and it is almost
certain that it is there we shall find them. I fear it is no use our
going to the Playing Rooms downstairs."
The Playing Rooms? Sylvia a member of a club? And--for Chester's quick,
legal mind had leapt on the fact--of a gambling club?
No, that was incredible.
"I think there must be some mistake," he said distantly. "I do not think
that Mrs. Bailey is a member of a club."
M. Polperro looked very much surprised.
"Oh, yes, indeed she is," he answered confidently. "It is only the quite
common people who content themselves, M'sieur, with risking a franc and
playing the little games. But just as M'sieur likes--" he shrugged his
shoulders. "I do not press M'sieur to become a member of the Club.
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