This, then, was her chosen work under the regime of John Mark.

It was as a gambler that she was great.

The uneasy fire was in her eyes, the same fire that he had seen in Western gold camps, in Western gaming houses.

And the delicate, nervous fingers now took on a new meaning to him.
That she had won heavily this evening he saw at once.

The dangerous and impalpable flush of the gamester was on her face, and behind it burned a glow and radiance.