With one tug pulled the chair he had another his hand, and sat down on a roulette table, between two old, dirty and poorly dressed, looking like witches. Employees crossed his surprise in the form of discrete glimpses. The prince pointed, and at that hour! …

-Make your games …

He started the game. Miguel did not have any combination or thought anything. His eyes wandered over the thirty-six numbers. But it was only for a moment.

“This,” he thought. He put everything he could to nine louis, the maximum on the 13.

He rolled the ball along the edge of mahogany, and its final fall was greeted with a murmur of astonishment. “The 13!”

A few thousand bills pushed by the racket of a dealer were to the prince, who remained impassive, keeping his expression hard and authoritarian. I knew he was sure no mistakes. Again 13.

People made gestures of amazement. What madness point twice to the same number! But out on 13 for the second time and collect another maximum Prince, a murmur of public applauded the victor. Those were the curious, abandoning the other tables. This morning was about to become so famous in the Casino solo evenings and the nights are celebrated, as they struggle with the fate of rich players.