Mr. Melvyn was known to his best friends as Lucky Mel, and he was indeed no stranger to luck and good fortune. Numerous casinos and low-down back-alley joints had witnessed Mr. Melvyn cashing in big time, and on this night - the big fight night, he was sure to make no mistake: he'd been saving up for years and put his entire fortune on Tyson vs. Sure Shot.    Too bad he got lucky on this one. How should he have known that it was bad luck to carry the Jew's money; especially as it now belonged to Sir Jasper Ippenstitch III.    Shortly after wining the money he went off to his favorite gay bar, where to his surprise he was paid a visit by a sweaty boxer, who beat him to death and escaped out the back door.    So on the night of Mr. Melvyn's murder, the story ends with the tragic tale of Melvyn - a man who didn't know when to walk away.