"Radio's Croupier played strongly upon Webster's definition of the word--an attendant who collects and pays money at a gaming table. The host was omniscient, offering wry commentary on the movements of the characters. I am the Croupier.... I spin the wheel of life.... Madame et monsieur, place your bets! The wheel stops, the ball drops, and a long feminine sigh is heard. Thirteen black! ... and the wondrous voice of the male player: I've won! It was billed as "man's eternal conflict with fate," moments of truth when life itself is sometimes at risk."