Humorous stories; Love stories; Pau (France) -- Fiction
"My darling," said Berry, "after to-night--No. Leave the stake,
please--I'll never play again. This evening--well, the money's there,
and we may as well have it, mayn't we? I mean, it isn't as if I hadn't
been given the tip. From the moment I woke this morning---- Listen,
dear. Don't bother about the wheel--the lady's been hammering away.
You must admit, she's done the job thoroughly. First the intuition:
then the wherewithal: then, what to back. I should be a bottle-nosed
mug if I didn't----"
"_Zero._"
Upon the explosion of excitement which greeted the astounding event,
patrons of the Baccarat Table and of the other Roulette Wheel left
their seats and came crowding open-mouthed to see what was toward.
Complete strangers were chattering like old friends. Gibbering with
emotion, the Spanish Jew was dramatically recounting what had occurred.
The Dutchman was sitting back, laughing boisterously. The Frenchmen
were waving and crying, "_Vive l'Angleterre_." Jonah was shouting as
though he had been in the hunting field. Adèle and Jill were beating
upon the table.
Berry bowed his acknowledgments.
As in a dream, I watched them send for more money.
When it arrived, they gave me four hundred and ninety pounds.
"_Hagan juego, Señores._"
Berry shook his head.
"Not this time," he said quietly.
He was right. After a look at '0' the ball ran with a click into '15.'
A long sigh of relief followed its settlement.
"You see?" said Berry, picking up fourteen pounds....
"Don't," I said weakly. "Don't. I can't bear it. The board's
bewitched. If it turns up again, I shall collapse."
"You mean that?" said Berry, putting the money on.
"_No va mas._"
"I do. My heart----"
"Then say your prayers," said my brother-in-law. "For, as I live, that
ball's going to pick out----"
"_Zero._"
I never remember such a scene.
Everybody in the room seemed to be shouting. I know I was.
Respectable Spaniards stamped upon the floor like bulls. The
Frenchmen, who with Berry and several others had backed the winner,
were clasping one another and singing the Marseillaise. The
beautifully dressed American was wringing Adèle's hand. The old
gentleman in the blue suit was on his feet and appeared to be making a
speech. The Spanish girl was standing upon her chair waving a
handkerchief....
In vain the smiling croupiers appealed for order....
As the tumult subsided--
"Seven times in ten spins," said Berry. "Well, I think that'll do.
We'll just run up the board on the even chances...."
There was no holding him.
Before I knew where I was, he had set twelve thousand pesetas apiece on
'RED,' 'ODD,' and 'UNDER 19.'
Some fourteen hundred pounds on a single spin.
I covered my eyes ...
As the ball began to lose way, the hush was awful....
"_Siete_ (seven)," announced the spokesman.
With my brain whirling, I sought to garner the harvest....
My brother-in-law rose to his feet.
"One last throw," he said. "'_PASSE_' for 'The Poor.'"
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