And this time I moved my entire bet to the black column. Why not? It was due.
But Hank said plaintively, "Shucks, Jim, it stands to reason—"
And once again he reached out and shifted my bet to the red. Someone in the crowd snickered. I went to move it back but the croupier, faintly haughty, said,
"No further play, sir, if you please!"
Then the ball stopped—on the red 36!
I looked at Hank. He looked back guiltily.
"It seemed like it ought to, Jim," he said.
I gave up. I handed him my chips. I said, "This is where I get off. Take over, Professor. I've got to see a man about a town car!"
And I walked to the bar for a drink. I felt sort of sorry for the owners of the College Clubbe. It was tough luck for them that, after all these years, they should be the ones to play host to the first fool-proof "system" in the history of gambling.