In the now disordered richness of the rooms, waving his "John
Doe" warrants in one hand and his pistol in the other, O'Connor
shouted "you're all under arrest, gentlemen. If you resist
further it will go hard with you."
Crowded now in one end of the room in speechless amazement was
the late gay party of gamblers, including Senator Danfield
himself. They had reckoned on toying with any chance but this.
The pale white face of DeLong among them was like a spectre, as
he stood staring blankly about and still insanely twisting the
roulette wheel before him.
Kennedy advanced toward the table with an ax which he had seized
from one of our men. A well-directed blow shattered the mechanism
of the delicate wheel.
"DeLong," he said, "I'm not going to talk to you like your old
professor at the university, nor like your recent friend, the
Frenchman with a system. This is what you have been up against,
my boy. Look."
His forefinger indicated an ingenious, but now tangled and
twisted, series of minute wires and electro-magnets in the broken
wheel before us. Delicate brushes led the current into the wheel.
With another blow of his axe, Craig disclosed wires running down
through the leg of the table to the floor and under the carpet to
buttons operated by the man who ran the game.
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