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Updated: June 29, 2025
"Dix francs, et je ferai fortune dix francs, et je ferai fortune " The old words seemed to set themselves to a tune in Madelon's head, chiming in with the croupier's perpetual "Rouge gagne et la couleur," "Rouge perd et la couleur," whilst the two precious coins grew warm in the little hand that was clasped so tightly over them.
I doubt it. However, by all means make your proposition to her when you have found her, Mr. Wiley. That's the first thing, isn't it? You can't hazard your bet until you have picked your number, can you?" Whimsically, she imitated the croupier's sing-song whine "Make your play, gentlemen! The wheel is about to spin!" "You vixen!" he muttered wrathfully.
Your bottle last time; my bottle this. Behold it! Toast away! The French Army! the great Napoleon! the present company! the croupier! the honest croupier's wife and daughters if he has any! the Ladies generally! everybody in the world!" By the time the second bottle of champagne was emptied, I felt as if I had been drinking liquid fire my brain seemed all aflame.
Two Englishmen in evening dress sat side by side, never speaking, scarcely moving, their eyes riveted on the falling cards flipped from the croupier's hands. A coarse-featured, oily-skinned woman a Russian, I thought looked on calmly, resting her head on her palm.
In ten minutes or so I returned to her side, and as I did so she bent and took from the end of the croupier's rake three one-thousand-franc notes, while all eyes at the table were fixed upon her. One of the notes she tossed upon the "rouge," and the other two she crushed into her pocket. "What!" I gasped, "are you playing? And with such stakes?"
The croupier's droning voice recalled her sharply from her thoughts. "Which is it to be this time, Tony?" she asked, smiling. "Seven and impair," he replied tersely. And in due course the seven turned up. Their run of luck was continuing without a break, and plenty of amused and interested glances were cast at the young couple of successful players.
The ball spun round, and the croupier's monotone sounded warningly above the whispering of notes and the clink of coin. "Le jeu est fait." It reminded Ann of the vicar intoning at the little church she had attended in the old Lovell Court days. Only there were no responses!
Like the crack of doom came the last gabbled utterance, and the croupier's rake descended sharply on a claw-like hand which was attempting to insinuate a coin on to the cloth "after hours," so to speak. "Cinq!"
Thirty-one turned up. He won two carrés and let the table go once without staking. Ten was the next number. Immediately he placed the maximum on number fourteen, carrés and chevaux. Again the pause, again the croupier's voice. "Quatorze rouge, pair et manque!" Hunterleys showed no exultation and scarcely any surprise. He gathered in his winnings and repeated his stake.
He had gone but a step or two, his head half gaily turned to the table where the dwindling onlookers stood watching the wheel spin round, when suddenly the croupier's cry of "Zero!" fell upon his ears. With cheerful nonchalance he had come back to the table and picked up the many louis he had won won by his last throw and with his last available coin.
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