"Well, can you tell me if this is worth anything?" As I said this I held out the clasp, which flashed brightly as it caught the rays of the large candelabrum overhead. She turned her eyes upon it, and as she did so, for the first time I fancied I caught a gleam of interest within them. It was but a gleam, however, and died out instantly as she said-- "Let me look at it." I handed it to her. She bent over it for a moment, then turned to me and asked-- "Is this all of it? I mean that it seems only one half of a clasp. Have you not the other part?" I shook my head, and she continued-- "It is beautifully worked, and seems valuable. Do you wish me to buy it?" "Not exactly that," I explained; "but if you think it worth anything I should like to stake it against an equivalent." "Very well; it might be worth three pounds--perhaps more: but you can stake it for that if you will. Shall it be all at once?" "Yes, let me have it over at once," I said, and placed it on the red square marked 13. She nodded, and bending over the table, set the pointer on its round. This time I felt quite calm and cool. All the intoxication of play had gone from me and left my nerves steady as iron. As the needle swung round I scarcely looked at it, but fell to watching the faces of my fellow-gamblers with idle interest. This stake would decide between life and death for me, but I did not feel it. My passion had fallen upon an anti-climax, and I was even yawning when the murmur of many voices, and a small pile of gold and silver at my side, announced that I had won. "So the luck was changed at last," said the woman. "Be brave whilst it is with you." In answer I again placed the clasp upon the number 13. Once more I won, and this time heavily. Tom laid his hand upon my shoulder and said, "Let us go," but I shook my head and went on. Time after time I won now, until the pile beside me became immense. Again and again Tom whispered in my ear that we had won enough and that luck would change shortly, but I held on. And now the others surrounded me in a small crowd and began to stake on the numbers I chose. Put the clasp where I would the needle stopped in front of it. They brought a magnet to see if this curious piece of metal had any power of attraction, but our hostess only laughed and assured them at any rate there was no steel in the pointer, as (she added) some of them ought to know by this time. When eight times I had put the buckle down and eight times had found a fresh heap of coin at my side, she turned to me and said-- "You play bravely, young man. What is your name?" "Jasper Trenoweth." Again I fancied I caught the gleam in her eyes; and this time it even seemed as though her teeth shut tight as she heard the words. But she simply laughed a tranquil laugh and said-- "A queer-sounding name, that Trenoweth. Is it a lucky one?" "Never, until now," said I.