Berry extinguished his cigarette and handed me his last bunch of notes. In exchange for these, with the peculiar delicacy of his kind, the croupier upon my right selected, arrayed and offered me counters of the value of forty English pounds.
He might have been spared his pains.
As I was piling the money by Berry's side—
"Zero," announced a nasal voice.
"We're off," said my brother-in-law. "Will you see that they pay me right?"
One hundred and seventy-five pounds.
Ere I had completed my calculation—
"Zero," repeated the nasal voice.
"I said so," said Berry, raising his eyebrows. "I had the maximum that time. Will you be so good? Thank you."
Trembling with excitement, I started to count the equivalent of four hundred and ninety pounds.