The evening of Carnival told by a croupier

The Manager of the Casino Henry Von Neid was radiant, in the traditional his/her marsina of frill, the beard curatissima caressing himself/herself/itself, the monocle was repaired and checked the time from its clock of thick gold, that marked the 21 precise. They were by now some days that Bemo Winchel that damned, fortunate player you/he/she had disappeared with his splendid blonde companion and his noisy and insolent red sporting auto. Certainly you/he/she was also brought away a big beautiful heap of marks, but those had to be considered only a loan, at the end you/he/she would have returned and you/he/she would have suffered the same fate of so many other players that you/they had proceeded him/it, you/he/she would have returned everything with substantial affairs. There was not to worry himself/herself/themselves, above all that night that was preannounced extraordinary and with collections record.

The afternoon of the same day to the 15 and thirty in point, eight happy girls had gone down from a pair of taxis and you/they had crossed bold the entry of the Casino, really during the opening. The sig. Schultz was very busy to check the workers that were finishing to systematize the last decorations and you/he/she had not leastly noticed her, even though some of them were very nice. But even if you/he/she had done him/it, you/he/she would have taken her for those occasional tourists that had decided to pass a different Carnival from the usual one, risking some mark to the Roulette. The young women didn't waste time, neither to change money in Fiches and not even to approach himself/herself/themselves to make toilet. Twos twos, they decidedly directed him, toward each of the four roulettes that were not in operation yet, the Croupiers, were in fact developing the usual rites of opening of the tables stretching on the carpet in beautiful files the different ficheses that the valet extracted from a cassette delivering her in endowment to the Head table. You/they could comfortably choose this way two placed side by side places, systematizing himself/herself/itself to the center of the green carpet, before people started to crowd around the tables, as some good schoolgirls extracted of the notebooks and of the pencils from the bag. A Croupier that adocchiate had her, puffed between itself and itself:

- 'Uff two sistemistes, poor deluded...

Van Neid, was about to return him of it to his/her heat to pleasant office, when he/she heard a rhombus come from the before spiazzo the Casino, that din there could not be doubtful it certainly originated from the Porsche Cabriolet of that man.'

- Well! (He/she thought Van Neid) our friend has already returned for returning the maltolto and to settle his/her debts. Yet in a remote angle of his/her brain there was a dwarfish worm that didn't stop her/it nibbling...

- 'Monsieur, fait votre Jeu... it salts her principal of the Casino it was crowded.

- '11 - 20 - 32' full, horses and carrè for the maximum ones.'

The man that the announcement had done dressed a perfect tuxedo to it had a papillon completely untied, the only concession that had done to the carnival consisted in a black mask that covered his eyes. A fantastic blonde to his/her side, dressed by gangster years 30, with so much of gardenia to the buttonhole of the jacket and white gaiters above the shoes, it hastened to make the same bets, other girls that crowded to the same roulette aimed at the same combinations.

The 11, 20 and 32 with all of their chances of horses and carrè were straboccanti of fiches.

- 'The east jeus fait' it shouted the croupier.

The wheel began to turn in a sense while the ivory marble raced in the inverse sense. After about ten rotations the little ball lost speed and started to fall toward the crown of the numbers. It immediately entered a box, nobody succeeded in seeing what pits, centrifugal strength chased away again out her, it bounced against a lozenge, it still made mean turn, lost again of strength, it still slipped in the crown, it began to skip about then from a number to the other it decidedly fell in 32, therefore a last HEREvered it jumped beside in the number.

- 'Zero announcement the Croupier.'

From the whole room a HOOOO raised him!!!

- 'Schultz. than it is Under the friend' - Churches smiling Von Neid.

- 'To eye and cross I would say over 300 thousand marks' it was the secret satisfied.

- Benny this is not the correct evening, it would be better perhaps to stop '- You voice of Johanna was sweet and musical even more of the usual one.

- 'Yes love, would be certainly right if we were here to try the fortune, but for me it is not the fortune that counts. You are serene, we have met a long negative phase but they are enough for us few good hits to return in carriage. It passes voice to the girls to double the mail.'

Winkel talked to the maximum calm and calm, nobody to the world would have been able to suspect the terrible tension that waved in everything of his/her being.

- '11 - 20 - 32 full horses and carrè for the maximum ones' - once more impassive it made his/her own game.

- 'Ouit' - it shouted the Croupier.' It dealt with one of the numbers aimed to horse and carrè of the n.1l. Winchel boxed 7.200 marks, his/her assistants that played to an inferior mail boxed each 1.800 of it.

- 'You let the girls still double the game' it whispered Bemo to the ear of Johanna. The warm numbers were covered even more of fiches.

'19' it announced the Croupier. It was another twos horse carrè aimed with 20. this time the voice of Winchel had slightly cracked from the tension.

- 'We aim all for the maximum ones!

To that time, the maximum bets accepted from the Casino was of 200 marks for number, for every player, therefore on the 27 numbers covered by Bemo and its employees there were altogether 32.400 Mark, an bets of the kind had never been made in the whole history of the Game House. The head table crossed an interrogative look with Schultz, that answered with an affirmative sign.

- 'Rien goes from there plus' it announced the croupier, warning that they were not accepted more betss. Once more, an untamable small ivory marble, was launched with strength in the basin of the roulette. Nobody could influence her/it, nobody could know where you/he/she would have gone to fall. Yet a man he was playing the life because it was certain that it had to go out one of that three prophetic numbers selected in full. The time seemed to have stopped, all the presents to the table almost held back the breath.

TRPRTRRRTRRRR... the marble turned, the eyes of Johanna had changed color to you/they had become green dark. Those of Bemo it seemed they wanted to command with their strong magnetic intensity the fate. FFRRRRRRR... The wheel kept on turning, mixing the red to the black... this time there were no jumps neither the boule very softly bounces it slipped in a box...

- 'Eleven! it shouted with voice strangled for the emotion the Croupier, it was not understood if worried or happy.

Centosettantaduemila brands in an alone hit!