Then she fell into a winning vein for half an hour, but at one o'clock her resources were exhausted.

Of the hundred and sixty thousand francs which she was reputed to have had early in the evening, Racksole held about ninety thousand, and the bank had the rest.
It was a calamity for the Juno of the red hat.

She jumped up, stamped her foot, and hurried from the room.

At a discreet distance Racksole and the Prince pursued her.
'It might be well to ascertain her movements,' said Racksole.
Outside, in the glare of the great arc lights, and within sound of the surf which beats always at the very foot of the Kursaal, the Juno of the red hat summoned a fiacre and drove rapidly away.

Racksole and the Prince took an open carriage and started in pursuit.