12/20 And this belief grew and haunted him. He was still vaguely puzzling his brains to fix the place when the croupier finished his reckoning. "Who will take on the bank for two thousand louis ?" No one, however, was willing. A fresh bank was put up for sale, and Wethermill, still sitting in the dealer's chair, bought it. He spoke at once to an attendant, and the man slipped round the table, and, forcing his way through the crowd, carried a message to the girl in the black hat. |