127- Roulette

You, finding life pretty dull, dreaming again of exotic places, wishing you were somewhere else, we offer you escape. Escape! Designed to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure.

Escape with us now to a train rushing through a European night and a beautiful woman who demands your help. As Antony Ellis tells it in his exciting story, roulette. Well, I'm afraid I'm turning Mr. McLeanon.

May I let you let me? Thanks, officer. But now... I shall need against the laws of nature that the good the Scotch had gambled in the first place. A few francs lent will only increase the McLeanon clan's aggravation.

You obliged me? Very decent of you, Mr. McLeanon, but I really couldn't. Would you be leaving Monte Carlo? Yes. Paris for two or three days. Then the holiday's over. You have the fare? Yes, thanks.

Good, good. I expect to go to Paris myself in a couple of days. If you're still there, I wish you'd give me a ring. George sank. Oh, I shall. Well, good luck at the wheel.

Ah, rule it. The game-breathe, it's except I cannot lose. Good luck to you, Richard. I'll take any more. He's happy for breakfast. I'll take a drink. I'll take a drink. No! I'd been spending the summer holidays on a cycling tour of France.

Father had insisted. said it was part of my education. After three weeks, I'd seen half the cathedrals in the country and had developed a healthy loathing for bicycles as well. So, when I reached Avignon, I sold mine to a chap who was obliging enough to pay me far more than the blasted thing was worth.