Re: Brent's Change of Luck
The croupier, a serious-looking fellow, replied in accented English. "Here you are, Monsieur," and gave Brent a few franc's worth of chips...the lowest denomination of chips, and a tiny stack it was. "As for luck, that you must bring with you." The plump lady in grey tweed smiled at him, and placed a small stack of ten-Franc chips onto number 17, while the other man, a thin-faced fellow in a brown suit, departed the table. The first time the wheel spun, she lost and Brent lost. The second time, she lost, and Brent doubled his money. The third time, she won, and Brent lost.
"That's my luck, today," she said happily, scooping up her chips. The little poodle responded to her happy tone and barked excitedly.