Walsh knew that was a jackpot returning 30 times the bet!
His heart twitched with envy.
Meanwhile, the Russian in red casually pocketed the silver coins spit out by the machine and excitedly continued to feed money into the slots of all four machines, then pulled the levers in rapid succession, his eyes darting back and forth over the spinning drums.
However, this time when the drums came to a halt, not a single machine awarded a prize. Undeterred, the Russian fixed his bloodshot eyes on the machines, continued to insert coins, and pulled the levers.
His luck spiked again as two of the machines displayed matching sets of symbols, and the clatter of falling silver coins further exhilarated him.
Just then, Viscount Freselle, Chair of the Fashion Week Committee, approached him with a few others, and said amiably, "Count Bobrinskoy, you have been playing for a whole day and night without eating anything. For the sake of your health, I suggest you take a rest..."