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It had pointed at the table and DeLong had lost again. There was some electric attachment at work. Kennedy and I exchanged glances, and he shoved the compass into my hand quickly. "You watch it, Walter, while I play," he whispered. Carefully concealing it, as he had done, yet holding it as close to the table as I dared I tried to follow two things at once without betraying myself.
As Kennedy piled up his winnings superciliously, without even the appearance of triumph, a man behind me whispered, "A foreign nobleman with a system watch him." "Non, monsieur," said Kennedy quickly, having overheard the remark, "no system, sir. There is only one system of which I know." "What?" asked DeLong eagerly. Kennedy staked a large sum on the red to win. The black came up, and he lost.
And the clergyman, when he knew all, said that he would come. Freddy was hardly prepared for what occurred when he got back. Men were waiting for him, anxious to know if the clergyman was coming. They had raised a subscription to cover the cost of the funeral, and among them were men such as Harry Delong. "You fellows had better not mix yourselves up in this," said Freddy.
He led the way to the café. DeLong was too intent on the game to leave, even for refreshments. Now and then I saw him beckon to an attendant, who brought him a stiff drink of whiskey. For a moment his play seemed a little better, then he would drop back into his hopeless losing. For some reason or other his "system" failed absolutely.
"Her character has deepened and she's fine and sweet " "Yes, yes. I have three hundred dollars owing me for the Delong portrait. If I had it, she should have her course. I'll make another effort to collect it." "I would, Bertrand." Julien Thurbyfil and his wife walked down the flower-bordered path side by side to the gate and stood leaning over it in silence.
"For Heaven's sake, Kennedy," I gasped as we went down the stairway, "what do you mean by giving him such advice you?" "Not so loud, Walter. He'd have done it anyhow, I suppose, but I want him to keep at it. This night means life or death to Percival DeLong and his mother, too. Come on, let's get out of this."
He affected not to have heard what DeLong said, but I could imagine what he was thinking, for I had heard that he had scant sympathy with anyone after he "went broke" another evidence of the camaraderie and good-fellowship that surrounded the game. Kennedy's next remark surprised me.
But Harry Delong replied quickly: "I am going to see the thing through." And the others endorsed his words. When the clergyman came, and looked at the face of this Magdalene, he was struck by its comeliness and quiet. All else seemed to have been washed away. On her breast lay a knot of white roses white roses in this winter desert.
"Wh what does it mean?" asked DeLong blankly. "It means that you had little enough chance to win at a straight game of roulette. But the wheel is very rarely straight, even with all the odds in favour of the bank, as they are. This game was electrically controlled. Others are mechanically controlled by what is sometimes called the 'mule's ear, and other devices. You can't win.
Kennedy advanced toward the table with an ax which he had seized from one of our men. A well-directed blow shattered the mechanism of the delicate wheel. "DeLong," he said, "I'm not going to talk to you like your old professor at the university, nor like your recent friend, the Frenchman with a system. This is what you have been up against, my boy. Look."
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