The street was deserted.

All the hotel windows were in gloom, save a feeble light which beamed from the office windows.
Would it be robbery?
He had not yet stooped to that.

But he could hear the ivory ball clatter as it fell into the lucky numbers.

He had a premonition that he would win if he stuck to a single combination.

He would redeem the gun, replace it, and no one would be any the wiser.
If his numbers failed him.....