William Le Queux 
Mademoiselle of Monte Carlo 

Yes I’m not mistaken at all _It’s the same woman _ 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 room — that one known to habitual gamblers as ‚The Suicide’s Table.‘