THE HOUSE OF A THOUSAND CHANCES CHERTSEY, as he left the place, did not notice the slim form of the man who came gliding out of the shadows. Such thoughts as he had were still with the feverish and hectic scene from which he had departed. He recalled the mock-commiserative look on the face of the croupier, as the man raked in his last throw: "Monsieur is unlucky to-night. To-morrow . . . …