CHEVALIERS D'INDUSTRIE, OR POLITE SHARPERS. The gaming table : its votaries and victims, in all times and countries,
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1. CHEVALIERS D'INDUSTRIE, OR POLITE SHARPERS.
CHEVALIERS d'industrie, or polite and accomplished sharpers, have always existed in every city, from the earliest times to the present. The ordinary progress of these interesting gentlemen is as follows. Their début is often difficult, and many of them are stopped short in their career. They only succeed by means of great exertion and severe trials; but they endure everything in order to be tolerated or permitted to exercise their calling. To secure credit they ally themselves with men of respectability, or those who pass for such. When they have no titles they fabricate them; and few persons dispute their claims. They are found useful for the pleasures of society, the expenses of which they often pay —
The `protector' next hands over his `young friends' to `executioners,' who fleece them for the common benefit of the confederates. They do not always wait for the coming of age of their young dupes in order to strike the grand `stroke.' When they find that the father of a family shudders at the idea of a public scandal, they immolate their victim at once — for fear lest he should escape from their hands. Of course they are always open to `capitulate' — to come to terms; and if the aid of the law is invoked they give in discreetly.
About a century ago there flourished at Paris one of these adventurers, who made a great noise
Sometimes he gave a concert for amateurs, elegant suppers for gay ladies, and special soirées for the learned and the witty. He was not particular as to the means of doing business; thus he trafficked in everything, — for the sale of a living, or the procuration of a mistress — for he had associates in all ranks, among all professions of men.
He had twenty Faro tables in operation every night, whilst his emissaries were on the watch for new arrivals, and for those who had recently come into property.
In general, rogues soon betray themselves by some stupid bungle; but such was not the case
Affable, insinuating to a degree, he might be compared to those brigands of Egypt who embraced their victims in order to strangle them.[1] He never showed more devotedness than when he meditated some perfidy, nor more assurance than when convicted of the rascality. Playing fast and loose with honour and the laws, he was sure to find, when threatened by the arm of justice, the female relatives of the judges themselves taking his part and doing their best to `get him off.' Such was this extraordinary chevalier d'industrie, who might
The following narrative elucidates a still more modern phase of this elegant `industry.' My authority is M. Robert-Houdin.
CAUGHT IN A TRAP.
M. Olivier de — — was a dissipated young gentleman. His family was one of the oldest and most respectable of the country, and deservedly enjoyed the highest consideration. M. Olivier de — — , his father, was not rich, and therefore could not do much for his son; the consequence was that owing to his outrageous prodigality the son was sorely pinched for means to keep up his position; he exhausted his credit, and was soon overwhelmed with debt. Among the companions of his dissipation was a young man whose abundant means filled him with admiration and envy; he lived like a prince and had not a single creditor. One day he asked his friend to explain the mystery of the fact that, without possessing any fortune, he
Chauvignac — such was the name of the friend thus addressed — was a card-sharper, and he instantly seized the opportunity to make something out of the happy disposition of this modern prodigal son, this scion of gentility. With the utmost frankness he explained to the young man his wonderful method of keeping his pockets full of money, and showed that nothing could be easier than for Olivier to go and do likewise in his terrible condition; — in short, on one hand there were within his grasp, riches, pleasure, all manner of enjoyment; on the other, pitiless creditors, ruin, misery, and contempt. The tempter, moreover, offered to initiate his listener in his infallible method of getting rich. In his frame of mind Olivier yielded to the temptation, with the full determination, if not to get money by cheating at cards, at any rate to learn the method which might serve as a means of self-defence should he not think proper to use it for attack — such was the final argument suggested by the human Mephistopheles to his pupil.
Taking Olivier to his house, he showed him a
Two days afterwards the professor returned to his pupil and invited him to accompany him on a pleasure trip. Olivier excused himself on account of his desperate condition — one of his creditors being in pursuit of him for a debt of one thousand
The party reached Boulogne and put up at the Hotel de l'Univers. On their arrival they were informed that no time was to be lost, as the count talked of leaving next day. The two travellers took a hasty dinner, and at once proceeded to the apartment of the Belgian millionnaire. Chaffard, who had preceded them, introduced them as two of his friends, whose property was situated in the vicinity of Boulogne.
M. le Comte de Vandermool was a man about fifty years of age, with an open, candid countenance. He wore several foreign decorations. He received the two gentlemen with charming affability; he did more; he invited them to spend the evening with him. Of course the invitation was accepted. When the conversation began to flag, the count proposed a game — which was also, of course, very readily agreed to by the three compères.
While the table was prepared, Chauvignac gave his young friend two packs of cards, to be substituted for those which should be furnished by the count. Ecarté was to be the game, and Olivier was to play, the two other associates having pretended
Olivier, almost out of his senses at the possession of eighty thousand francs, could not resist the desire of expressing his gratitude to Chauvignac, which he did, grasping his hand with emotion and leading him into a corner of the room.
Alas! the whole thing was only an infamous conspiracy to ruin the young man. The Belgian capitalist, this count apparently so respectable, was only an expert card-sharper whom Chauvignac had brought from Paris to play out the vile tragi — comedy, the dénouement of which would be the
Supper went off very pleasantly. They drank very moderately, for the head had to be kept cool for what had to follow. They soon sat down again at the card-table. `Now,' said the Parisian card-shaper, on resuming his seat, `I should like to end the matter quickly: I will stake the twenty thousand francs in a lump.'
Olivier, confident of success after his previous achievement, readily assented; but, alas, the twenty thousand francs of which he made sure was won by his adversary.
Forty thousand francs went in like manner. Olivier, breathless, utterly prostrate, knew not what to do. All his manœuvres were practised in vain; he could give himself none but small cards. His opponent had his hands full of trumps, and he dealt them to him! In his despair he consulted Chauvignac by a look, and the latter made a sign to him to go on. The wretched young man went on, and lost again. Bewildered, beside himself, he
At this point the horrible dénouement commenced. The pretended count stopped, and crossing his arms on his breast, said sternly — `Monsieur Olivier de — — , you must be very rich to stake so glibly such enormous sums. Of course you know your fortune and can square yourself with it; but, however rich you may be, you ought to know that it is not sufficient to lose a hundred thousand francs, but that you must pay it. Besides, I have given you the example. Begin, therefore, by putting down the sum I have won from you; after which we can go on.' . . .
`Nothing can be more proper, sir,' stammered out young Olivier, `I am ready to satisfy you; but, after all, you know that . . . . gaming debts . . . . my word . . . .'
`The d — l! sir,' said the pretended count, giving the table a violent blow with his fist — ' Why do you talk to me about your word. Gad! You are well entitled to appeal to the engagements of honour! Well! We have now to play another
`Sir! . . You insult me!' said Olivier.
`Indeed? Well, sir, that astonishes me!' replied the false Belgian ironically.
`That is too much, sir. I demand satisfaction, and that on the very instant. Do you understand me? Let us go out at once.'
`No! no! We must end this quarrel here, sir. Look here — your two friends shall be your "seconds;'' I am now going to send for mine.'
The card-sharper, who had risen at these words, rang the bell violently. His own servant entered. `Go,' said he, `to the Procureur de Roi, and request him to come here on a very important matter. Be as quick as you can.'
`Oh, sir, be merciful! Don't ruin me!' exclaimed the wretched Olivier; `I will do what you like.' At these words, the sharper told his servant to wait behind the door, and to execute his order if he should hear nothing to the contrary in ten minutes.
`And now, sir,' continued the sharper, turning
Olivier looked first at Chauvignac and then at Chaffard, but both the fellows only made signs to him to resign himself to the circumstances. He did what was ordered.
`That is not all, sir,' added the false Belgian; `I have fairly won money from you and have a right to demand a guarantee for payment. You must draw me short bills for the sum of one hundred thousand francs.'
As the wretched young man hesitated to comply with this demand, his pitiless creditor rose to ring the bell.
`Don't ring, sir, don't ring,' said Olivier, `I'll sign.'
He signed, and the villany was consummated. Olivier returned to his family and made an humble avowal of his fault and his engagements. His venerable father received the terrible blow with resignation, and paid the 100,000 francs, estimat-
AN ATTORNEY `DONE' BY A GAMBLER.
A turfite and gambler, represented under the letters of Mr H — e, having lost all his money at Doncaster and the following York Meeting, devised a plan, with his coadjutor, to obtain the means for their departure from York, which, no doubt, will be considered exceedingly ingenious.
He had heard of an attorney in the town who was very fond of Backgammon; and on this simple piece of information an elaborate plan was concocted. Mr H — e feigned illness, went to bed, and sent for a large quantity of tartar emetic, which he took. After he had suffered the operation of the first dose he sent for a doctor, who pronounced him, of course, very languid and ill; and not knowing the cause, ordered him more medicine, which the patient took good care not to allow to stay on his stomach.
On the second day he asked the doctor, with great gravity, if he considered him in danger, adding, `because he had never made a will to bequeath
The attorney, accordingly, was sent for — of course the very man wished for — the lover of Backgammon before mentioned. The good man came; he took the `instructions,' and drew up the last will and testament of the ruined turfite, who left (in the will) about £50,000, which no man ever heard of, living or dead.
The business being done, the patient said that if he had a moment's relaxation he thought he should rally and overcome the malady. The poor lawyer said if he could in any way contribute to his comfort he should be happy. The offer was embraced by observing that if he could sit up in bed — but he was afraid he was not able — a hit at Backgammon would be a great source of amusement.
The lawyer, like all adepts in such matters, was only too willing to catch at the idea; the board was brought.
Of course the man who had £50,000 to leave behind could not be expected to play `for love;' and so when Mr H — e proposed `a pound a hit or treble a gammon,' the lawyer not only thought it
They began again. Lost! `You have a cow in your paddock, haven't you? What's that worth?' asked Mr H — e. The attorney said £12. `Well, I'll set that sum by way of giving you a chance.' The game proceeded, and the poor lawyer, equally unfortunate, raved and swore he had lost his last shilling. `No, no!' said H — e,' you have not: I saw a hay-rick in your ground. It is of no use now that the horse and cow are gone — what is that worth?' £15, replied the at-torney, with a sigh. `I set £15 then,' said H — e.
This seemed to be `rather too much' for the lawyer. The loss of the hay-rick — like the last
Thereupon the sick man forgot his sickness, jumped out of bed, and gave the lawyer a regular drubbing, got the cheque for the £2000, — but the horse, cow, and hay he said he would leave `until further orders.'
A VERY CURIOUS STORY.
An Archbishop of Canterbury was once on a tour, when a genteel man, apparently in earnest conversation, though alone in a wood, attracted his notice. His Grace made up to him, and, after a little previous conversation, asked him what he was about.
Stranger. `I am at play.'
Archbishop. `At play? With whom? I see nobody.'
Sir. `I own, sir, my antagonist is not visible: I am playing with God.'
Abp. `At what game, pray, sir?'
Str. `At Chess.'
Abp. `Do you play for anything?'
Str. `Certainly.'
Abp. `You cannot have any chance, as your ad-versary must be so superior to you.'
Str. `He takes no advantage, but plays merely as a man.'
Abp. `When you win or lose, how do you settle accounts?'
Str. `Very exactly and punctually.'
Abp. `Indeed! Pray, how stands your game now?'
Str. `There! I have just lost!'
Abp. `How much have you lost?'
Str. `Fifty guineas.'
Abp. `How do you manage to pay it? Does God take your money?'
Str. `No! The poor are his treasurers. He always sends some worthy person to receive it, and you are at present his purse-bearer.'
Saying this, the stranger put fifty guineas into his Grace's hand, and retired, adding — `I shall play no more to-day.'
The prelate was delighted; though he could not tell what to make of this extraordinary man. The guineas were all good; and the archbishop applied
The archbishop, on his return, stopped at the same town, and could not help going in search of the chess-player, whom he found engaged as before, when the following dialogue ensued: —
Abp. `How has the chance stood since we met before?'
Str. `Sometimes for me — sometimes against me. I have lost and won.'
Abp. `Are you at play now?'
Str. `Yes, sir. We have played several games to-day.'
Abp. `Who wins?'
Str. `The advantage is on my side. The game is just over. I have a fine stroke — check-mate — there it is.'
Abp. `How much have you won?'
Str. `Five hundred guineas.'
Abp. `That is a large sum. How are you to he paid?'
Str. 'God always sends some good rich man when I win, and you are the person. He is remarkably punctual on these occasions.'
The archbishop had received a considerable sum
Such is the tale. Se non è vero è ben trovato.
SKITTLE SHARPERS.
`I know a respectable tradesman,' says a writer in Cassell's Magazine — `I know him now, for he lives in the house he occupied at the time of my tale — who was sent for to see a French gentleman at a tavern, on business connected with the removal of this gentleman's property from one of the London docks. The business, as explained by the messenger, promising to be profitable, he of course promptly obeyed the summons, and during his walk found that his conductor had once been in service in France. This delighted Mr Chase — the name by which I signify the tradesman — for he, too, had once so lived in France; and by the time he reached the tavern he had talked himself into a very good opinion of his new patron. The French gentleman was very
`As he insisted on paying Mr Chase for all the time consumed with him, and as his servant, of course, could not object, the party adjourned to the "Select Subscription Ground'' at once. In the ground there was a quiet, insignificant-looking little man, smoking a cigar; and as they were
`By a strange concurrence of events, it so happened that by random throws the Frenchman sometimes knocked all the pins down at a single swoop, though he clearly could not play — Mr Chase was sure of that — while the skilful player made every now and then one of the blunders to which the best players are liable. That the tradesman lost forty sovereigns will be easily understood; and did his tale end here it would have differed so little from a hundred others as scarcely to deserve telling; but it will surprise many, as
`It was the only case in my experience of the work going on smoothly after such a break. I never could account for it, nor could Mr Chase. Great was the latter's disgust, on setting the police to work, to find that the French nobleman, his servant, and the quiet stranger, were all dwellers within half a mile or so of his own house, and slightly known to him — men who had trusted, and very successfully, to great audacity and well — arranged disguise.'
A vast deal of gambling still goes on with skittles all over the country. At a place not ten miles from London, I am told that as much as two thousand pounds has been seen upon the table in a single `alley,' or place of play. The bets were, accordingly, very high. The instances revealed by exposure at the police-courts give but a faint idea of the extent of skittle sharping.
Amidst such abuses of the game, it can scarcely
CHEVALIERS D'INDUSTRIE, OR POLITE SHARPERS. The gaming table : its votaries and victims, in all times and countries,
especially in England and in France. Vol. 2 | ||