In the Baccarat Room most of the men were in evening clothes, and
the women with them, if to Chester's eyes by no means desirable or
reputable-looking companions, were young, pretty, and beautifully
dressed.
Still, the English lawyer felt a thrill of disgust at the thought that
Sylvia Bailey could possibly be part of such a company.
Baccarat was being played at both tables, but the crowd of players
centred rather round one than the other, as is almost always the way.
M. Polperro touched his companion on the arm. "And now, M'sieur," he said
briefly, "I will with your permission depart home. I think you will find
Madame Bailey at that further table."
Chester shook the owner of the Villa du Lac cordially by the hand. The
little man had been really kind and helpful. It was a pity there was no
vacant room in his hotel.
He made his way to the further table, and gradually reached a point of
vantage where he could see those of the players who were seated round the
green cloth.
As is generally the case when really high play is going on, the people
who were playing, as also those watching them, were curiously quiet.
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