13; then he slowly extended his arm to its full length in the direction of the board: then bending his elbow, he brought his hand back again until it nearly touched his chin, and slowly extended his arm again.

He repeated these movements several times, whilst the others watched with bated breath.

Getting it right at last he suddenly shot the ring at the board, but it did not go on No.

13; it went over the partition into the private bar.
This feat was greeted with a roar of laughter.

The player stared at the board in a dazed way, wondering what had become of the ring.