He made a little calculation in his mind and decided that he must already have won more than the necessary amount.
"Our last stake," he remarked coolly.
The preceding number had been twenty-six.

He placed the maximum on twenty-nine, the _carres_, _chevaux_, the column, colour and last dozen.
He felt Violet's fingers clutching his arm.

There was a little buzz of excitement all round the table as the croupier announced the number.
_"Vingt-neuf noir, impair et passe!..."_ They took their winnings into the anteroom beyond, where Hunterleys ordered tea.

There was a little flush in Violet's cheeks.

They counted the money.