"Engaged?" she murmured. "Why, I thought—"
A spot of colour suddenly burned in her cheeks. She was beginning to understand. It was Draconmeyer who had put those ideas into her head. Her heart gave a little leap.
"Henry!" she whispered.
He was already at the table, however. He changed five mille notes deliberately, counted his plaques and turned to her.
"I am going to play on your principle," he declared. "I have always thought it an interesting one. See, the last number was twenty-two. I am going to back twenty and all the carrés."
He covered the board around number twenty. There were a few minutes of suspense, then the click as the ball fell into the little space.
"Vingt-huit, noir, passe et pair!" the croupier announced.
Hunterleys' stake was swept away. He only smiled.
"Our numbers are going to turn up," he insisted cheerfully. "I am certain of it now. Do you know that this is the first time I have played since I have been in Monte Carlo?"
She watched him half in fear. This time he staked on twenty-nine, with the maximum en plein and all the carrés and chevaux. Again the few moments of suspense, the click of the ball, the croupier's voice.