I don't often gamble now, I hate losing money.

But we'd had a splendid season at Roquebrune and I sat down one day at the tables, a bit reckless-like.

Seemed as if I couldn't lose.

When I got up and left I had won Thirty thousand francs.

So I says to myself: 'This shall go to my little girl: I'll send it through Praddy and he'll pay it into her bank.