Mademoiselle of Monte Carlo

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"Yes! I'm not mistaken at all! It's the same woman!" whispered the tall, good-looking young enman 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 room - that one known to habitual gamblers as "The Suicide's Table."