The woman nodded. "That gives me plenty of room for my elbows. Spin the wheel and see how I'm doing."
The croupier hesitated. "Those credits," he said warningly. "You mean to bet them all?" He made a rapid calculation out of the corner of his eye. "You must have five or six hundred thousand...."
That made the woman grin. "Shucks," she said. "What do you take me for?"
The croupier blinked again. He was quite sure he didn't know.
"Bet one thousand only," she said. She watched him sigh with relief. Funny, she thought. The guy had a conscience, and in a place like this. She watched him spin, watched the teleckto-spin whirr, slow, come to a clicking stop.
"Ninety-nine thousand six hundred and four," he said. "To one."
"Uh huh. And now what does the chart say?"
The croupier checked. "One hundred and two thousand to one. It hasn't changed. Sorry, Miss." He raked in the teels.
"That was fun," said the woman. "So much fun I'm getting bored stiff. Rake in the rest of these teels, too. Stick 'em in your pocket."