"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." "Are you quite certain?" asked his friend.