on a roll.

"When I say," he said, "that I have a feeling to-day that my luck is
in, I'm not being funny. Only once before have I had that conviction.
I was at Cannes at the time--on the point of leaving for Paris. I went
to Monte Carlo instead.... That night I picked up over six hundred
pounds."

"I know," said his wife. "You've often told me. But I can't help it.
I made you give me your word before we came here, and I'm not going to
let you off."

"I gave it without thinking," declared her husband. "Besides, I never
dreamed I should have this feeling."

"I did," said Daphne shortly. "That's why I made you promise. Have
some more coffee?"

Pointedly ignoring the invitation, Berry returned to his roll and,
after eyeing it with disgust which the bread in no way deserved,
proceeded to disrupt and eviscerate it with every circumstance of
barbarity. Covertly, Jonah and I exchanged smiles....

Forty-eight hours had elapsed since I had cut Eulalie, and this was the
morning of our last day at San Sebastian.

During our short stay the weather had been superb, and we had been out
and about the whole day long. Of an evening--save for one memorable
exception--we had been to the Casino....

For as long as I could remember, Berry had had a weakness for Roulette.
For Baccarat, _Petits Chevaux_, and the rest he cared nothing: fifty
pounds a year would have covered his racing bets: if he played Bridge,
it was by request. My brother-in-law was no gambler. There was
something, however, about the shining wheel, sunk in its board of green
cloth, which he found irresistible.

Remembering this fascination, my sister had broached the matter so soon
as we had decided to visit San Sebastian, with the happy result that,
ere we left Pau, her husband had promised her three things. The first
was to leave his cheque-books at home; the second, to take with him no
more than two hundred pounds; the third, to send for no more money.

And now the inevitable had happened.

The two hundred pounds were gone--every penny; we were not due to leave
until the morrow; and--Berry was perfectly satisfied that his luck had
changed. As for the promises his wife had extracted, he was repenting
his rashness as heartily as she was commending her prevision.

"Nothing," said Berry, turning again to the charge, "was said about
borrowing, was it?"

"No."

"Very well, then. Boy and Jonah'll have to lend me something. I'm not
going to let a