“My word!” was all that Saunders could say, forgetting his julep in contemplation of the catastrophe.

“He’s right,” said Britt promptly.  “I’ll keep my own client on the straight and public path.  He’s liable to tip over, too.”

“Deuce take your Browne,” said Saunders with mild asperity.  “He never rides alone.”

“I’ve noticed that,” said the Enemy coolly.  “He’s usually with Lady Deppingham.  It’s lucky that Japat is free from gossips, gentlemen.”

“Oh, I say,” said Saunders, “none of that talk, you know.”

“Don’t lose your temper, Saunders,” remonstrated Britt.  “Browne’s worth two of Deppingham.”

“Gentlemen,” said the Enemy, “please remember that we are not to discuss the habits of our clients.  To change the subject, Britt, that was a—­Oh, Selim, please step over to the bank and ask what time it is.”  As Selim departed, the Enemy remarked:  “It won’t do for him to hear too much.  As I was saying, that was a clever bluff of yours—­I mean the gunboat goblin.  I have enlarged upon your story somewhat.  You-----”

“Yes,” said Britt, “you’ve added quite a bit to it.”

“It’s a sort of two-story affair now, don’t you know,” said Saunders, feeling the effect of the drink.  They all laughed heartily, two, at least, in some surprise.  Saunders never let an opportunity escape to repeat the joke to his friends in after life; in fact, he made the opportunity more often than not.

“There’s another thing I want to speak of,” said the Enemy, arising to prepare the second round of juleps.  “I hope you won’t take my suggestions amiss.  They’re intended for the peace and security of the island, nothing else.  Of course, I could sit back and say nothing, thereby letting your clients cut off their own noses, but it’s hardly fair among white people.  Besides, it can have nothing to do with the legal side of the situation.  Well, here it is:  I hear that your clients and their partners for life are in the habit of gambling like fury up there.”

“Gambling?” said Britt.  “What rot!”

“The servants say that they play Bridge every night for vast piles of rubies, and turn the wheel daily for sapphires uncountable.  Oh, I get it straight.”

“Why, man, it’s all a joke.  They use gun wads and simply play that they are rubies.”

“My word,” said Saunders, “there isn’t a ruby or sapphire in the party.”

“That’s all right,” said the Enemy, standing before them with a bunch of mint in one hand and the bowl of ice in the other.  They could not but see that his face was serious.  “We know it’s all right, but the servants don’t.  How do they know that the stakes are not what they’re said to be?  It may be a joke, but the people think you are playing for real stones, using gun wads as they’ve seen poker chips used.  I’ve heard that as much as L50,000 in precious gems change hands in a night.  Well, the situation is obvious.