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NUMBER 34, RED
Several years ago, an elderty man walked into a gambling house in a Westem city, sat dowm at the roulette table and placed a few chips on number 34. The whee! spun, slowed down and stopped.
“Number 34, red. There you are, sir”, said the croupler.
The old man left his chips on 34. The wheel spun again, and again stopped on 34. The croupier looked questioningly at the okd man, but he remained silent, his head down, his finger pointing to 34.
“Number 34, red”, said the croupier monotonousiy when the wheel stopped at 34 for the third time.
By this time a crowd had gathered — whispering in amazement at the old man's growing stack of chips. And now, for five consecutive times, the finger continued to point at the winning number 34. Then the croupler announced:
“Sorry, ladies and gentiemen, but there will be no further play at this table.” Tuming to the old man, he added: “You have broken the bank, sir. Please collect your - ." He halted in wide-eyed astonishment.
Onty then did he realize why the old man had neither moved nor spoken since the first spin of the wheel. A dead man had broken the bank!
The gambling house...
