"That's better," said the bald-headed man.
"Another pack of cards, please!" said Oscar.
When the money was on the table for the third coup it was seen to be double what it had been for the second. The bank won once more.
"But this is like your old luck, sir," said the bald-headed man.
"Another pack!" cried Oscar, and he swept all his winnings into the bank.
The money for the fourth coup was four times what it had been for the third. The bank won again, and then Oscar rose from the table.
"But aren't you going to give us our revenge, sir?" asked the American.
"This is mine," said Oscar, as he left the chair.
Helga's face was quivering with excitement and delight. There were tears in her eyes as she congratulated Oscar, and she looked as if she were going to kiss him.
"If you will step this way, Mr. Stephenson--" the manager's suave voice was saying, when all at once a commotion broke out behind.