"Vingt-neuf noir, impair et passe!..."
They took their winnings into the anteroom beyond, where Hunterleys ordered tea. There was a little flush in Violet's cheeks. They counted the money. There was nearly five thousand pounds.
"Henry!" she exclaimed. "I think that that last coup was the most marvellous win I ever saw!"
"A most opportune one, at any rate," he replied grimly. "Look who is coming."
Draconmeyer had entered the room, and was peering everywhere as though in search of some one. He suddenly caught sight of them, hesitated for a moment and then approached. He addressed himself to Violet.
"I have just seen Linda," he said. "She is broken-hearted at the thought of your departure."
"I am sorry to leave her," Violet replied, "but I feel that I have stayed quite long enough in Monte Carlo. By the bye, Mr. Draconmeyer, there is that little affair of the money you were kind enough to advance to me."
Draconmeyer stood quite still. He looked from husband to wife.
"Four thousand pounds, my wife tells me," Hunterleys remarked coolly, as he began to count out the notes. "It is very good of you indeed to have acted as my wife's banker. Do you mind being paid now? Our movements are a little uncertain and it will save the trouble of sending you a cheque."
Draconmeyer laughed. It was not a pleasant laugh, nor was it in the least mirthful.