"What is it?" asked Olive.

"A tip to gamble the limit on number 14," replied Larssen smilingly.

Olive placed nine louis, the limit stake, on number 14, and two minutes
later a pile of bank-notes aggregating 6300 francs came to her from the
croupier's metal box.

"You're Midas!" she whispered exultantly.

"Midas has a hurry call to the 'phone," he answered.

For the telegram was from Sylvester, and it read:--

"Fourteen replies to hand. Fourteen J. Rivière's scattered about
France."




CHAPTER X

LARSSEN TURNS ANOTHER CORNER


"Clifford is a very shrewd man of business," remarked Larssen, drinking
his third cognac at Ciro's at the end of a dinner which was a
masterpiece even for Monte Carlo, where dining is taken _au grand
sérieux_. He did not sip cognac, but took it neat in liqueur glassfuls