Selingman nodded approvingly as he refilled his glass.
"My friend and I," he confided, "were amongst those who were held up.
Imagine it! We stood against the wall like a row of dummies.

Such treasure as I have never before seen was poured into that sack.

Jewels, my friend, such as only the women of Monte Carlo wear! Packet after packet of mille notes! Wealth immeasurable! Oh, Coulois, Coulois, it was an opportunity lost!" "Lost!" the dancer echoed fiercely.

"It was thrown into the gutter! It was madness! It was hellish, such ill-fortune! Yet what could I do?
If I had been absent from here--I, Coulois, whom men know of--even the police would have had no excuse.

So it was Martin who must lead.