âYes! Iâm not mistaken at all! Itâs the same woman! â whispered the tall, good-looking young Englishman in a well-cut navy suit as he stood with his friend, a man some ten years older than himself, at one of the roulette tables at Monte Carlo, the first on the right on entering the roomâthat one known to habitual gamblers as âThe Suicideâs Table.â âAre you quite certain? â asked his friend. âPositive. I should know her again anywhere.â âSheâs very handsome. And look, too, by Jove! âhow she is winning! â