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But he had reached the stage of excitement in which a fixed idea takes hold of the brain, and if it had been possible he would undoubtedly have gone as he was, in evening dress, with his winnings in his pocket, to rouse Del Ferice, or San Giacinto, or any one else who could put him in the way of risking his money on a building lot.
"You do not see how that murder was committed?" he asked with a grin. Polly was bound to admit that she did not. "If you had happened to have been in Mr. John Ashley's predicament," he persisted, "you do not see how you could conveniently have done away with Mr. Aaron Cohen, pocketed his winnings, and then led the police of your country entirely by the nose, by proving an indisputable alibi?"
"No, I'm hanged if I do," he said; "I haven't had more than two of a suit for five hands." "Never mind," said his comrade, as he gathered up his winnings; "a few dollars one way or the other won't go very far after to-night's work."
Kimberlin won from the very first, rarely losing a game. He became greatly excited. His eyes shone; color came to his cheeks. The stranger, having exhausted the roll of bills which he first produced, drew forth another, much larger and of higher denominations. There were several thousand dollars in the roll. At Kimberlin's right hand were his winnings, something like two hundred dollars.
They took their winnings into the anteroom beyond, where Hunterleys ordered tea. There was a little flush in Violet's cheeks. They counted the money. There was nearly five thousand pounds. "Henry!" she exclaimed. "I think that that last coup was the most marvellous win I ever saw!" "A most opportune one, at any rate," he replied grimly. "Look who is coming."
"I'll take all you can bring." "You're a tank, sure." "You bet!" Bolles grinned. So did the banker, covertly. He had seen the comedy played a thousand times. Few men ever took away their winnings, once they started in to drink, and Bolles was already drunk. He lost his next bet. He doubled and lost again. Then he stacked his favorite number.
"You will have to come to me, monsieur," he called weakly. "I have not sufficient strength to gain my hands and knees." "SAPRISTI!" muttered Monsieur Thuran. "You are attempting to cheat me out of my winnings." Clayton heard the man shuffling about in the bottom of the boat. Finally there was a despairing groan. "I cannot crawl," he heard the Russian wail. "It is too late.
She played and won, and played and won, and on and on, until her winnings were about eight thousand dollars. Then luck turned. She began to lose. Her money went, but she continued to play desperately. Finally some old family jewels were pawned without her father's knowledge, and ultimately they were lost.
The next deal was also in his favour, and he collected his winnings and left the table. I sat down in the chair he had occupied, and a lady said, "That's the Chevalier de Seingalt." "No," said another. "I saw him a little while ago in the ball-room disguised as a beggar, with four other masquers whom nobody knows." "How do you mean, dressed as a beggar?" said Canano.
Toby Crackit swept up his winnings, and crammed them into his waistcoat pocket with a haughty air, as though such small pieces of silver were wholly beneath the consideration of a man of his figure; this done, he swaggered out of the room, with so much elegance and gentility, that Mr.
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