“Did you say Three Spades, Mrs. Blenkensop?”
Yes, Mrs. Blenkensop had said Three Spades. Mrs. Sprot, returningbreathless from the telephone: “And they’ve changed the time of the ARPexam, again, it’s too bad,” demanded to have the bidding again.
Miss Minton, as usual, delayed things by ceaseless reiterations.
“Was it Two Clubs I said? Are you sure? I rather thought, you know, thatit might have been one No Trump1—Oh yes, of course, I remember now.
Mrs. Cayley said One Heart, didn’t she? I was going to say one No Trumpalthough I hadn’t quite got the count, but I do think one should play aplucky game—and then Mrs. Cayley said One Heart and so I had to go TwoClubs. I always think it’s so difficult when one has two short suits—”
“Sometimes,” Tuppence thought to herself, “it would save time if MissMinton just put her hand down on the table to show them all. She wasquite incapable2 of not telling exactly what was in it.”
“So now we’ve got it right,” said Miss Minton triumphantly3. “One Heart,Two Clubs.”
“Two Spades,” said Tuppence.
“I passed, didn’t I?” said Mrs. Sprot.
They looked at Mrs. Cayley, who was leaning forward listening. MissMinton took up the tale.
“Then Mrs. Cayley said Two Hearts and I said Three Diamonds.”
“And I said Three Spades,” said Tuppence.
“Pass,” said Mrs. Sprot.
Mrs. Cayley sat in silence. At last she seemed to become aware thateveryone was looking at her.
“Oh dear,” she flushed. “I’m so sorry. I thought perhaps Mr. Cayleyneeded me. I hope he’s all right out there on the terrace.”
She looked from one to the other of them.
“Perhaps, if you don’t mind, I’d better just go and see. I heard rather anodd noise. Perhaps he’s dropped his book.”
She fluttered out of the window. Tuppence gave an exasperated4 sigh.
“She ought to have a string tied to her wrist,” she said. “Then he couldpull it when he wanted her.”
“Such a devoted5 wife,” said Miss Minton. “It’s very nice to see, isn’t it?”
“Is it?” said Tuppence, who was feeling far from good-tempered.
The three women sat in silence for a minute or two.
“Where’s Sheila tonight?” asked Miss Minton.
“She went to the pictures,” said Mrs. Sprot.
“Where’s Mrs. Perenna?” asked Tuppence.
“She said she was going to do accounts in her room,” said Miss Minton.
“Poor dear. So tiring, doing accounts.”
“She’s not been doing accounts all evening,” said Mrs. Sprot, “becauseshe came in just now when I was telephoning in the hall.”
“I wonder where she’d been,” said Miss Minton, whose life was taken upwith such small wonderments. “Not to the pictures, they wouldn’t be outyet.”
“She hadn’t got a hat on,” said Mrs. Sprot. “Nor a coat. Her hair was allanyhow and I think she’d been running or something. Quite out of breath.
She ran upstairs without a word and she glared—positively glared at me—and I’m sure I hadn’t done anything.”
Mrs. Cayley reappeared at the window.
“Fancy,” she said. “Mr. Cayley has walked all round the garden by him-self. He quite enjoyed it, he said. Such a mild night.”
She sat down again.
“Let me see—oh, do you think we could have the bidding over again?”
Tuppence suppressed a rebellious6 sigh. They had the bidding all overagain and she was left to play Three Spades.
Mrs. Perenna came in just as they were cutting for the next deal.
“Did you enjoy your walk?” asked Miss Minton.
Mrs. Perenna stared at her. It was a fierce and unpleasant stare. Shesaid:
“I’ve not been out.”
“Oh—oh—I thought Mrs. Sprot said you’d come in just now.”
Mrs. Perenna said:
“I just went outside to look at the weather.”
Her tone was disagreeable. She threw a hostile glance at the meek7 Mrs.
Sprot, who flushed and looked frightened.
“Just fancy,” said Mrs. Cayley, contributing her item of news. “Mr. Cay-ley walked all round the garden.”
Mrs. Perenna said sharply:
“Why did he do that?”
Mrs. Cayley said:
“It is such a mild night. He hasn’t even put on his second muffler and hestill doesn’t want to come in. I do hope he won’t get a chill.”
Mrs. Perenna said:
“There are worse things than chills. A bomb might come any minute andblow us all to bits!”
“Oh, dear, I hope it won’t.”
“Do you? I rather wish it would.”
Mrs. Perenna went out of the window. The four bridge players staredafter her.
“She seems very odd tonight,” said Mrs. Sprot.
Miss Minton leaned forward.
“You don’t think, do you—” She looked from side to side. They all leanednearer together. Miss Minton said in a sibilant whisper:
“You don’t suspect, do you, that she drinks?”
“Oh, dear,” said Mrs. Cayley. “I wonder now? That would explain it. Shereally is so—so unaccountable sometimes. What do you think, Mrs. Blen-kensop?”
“Oh, I don’t really think so. I think she’s worried about something. Er—it’s your call, Mrs. Sprot.”
“Dear me, what shall I say?” asked Mrs. Sprot, surveying her hand.
Nobody volunteered to tell her, though Miss Minton, who had been gaz-ing with unabashed interest into her hand, might have been in a positionto advise.
“That isn’t Betty, is it?” demanded Mrs. Sprot, her head upraised.
“No, it isn’t,” said Tuppence firmly.
“She felt that she might scream unless they could get on with the game.
Mrs. Sprot looked at her hand vaguely8, her mind still apparently9 mater-nal. Then she said:
“Oh, One Diamond, I think.”
The call went round. Mrs. Cayley led.
“When in doubt lead a Trump, they say,” she twittered, and laid downthe Nine of Diamonds.
A deep genial10 voice said:
“’Tis the curse of Scotland that you’ve played there!”
Mrs. O’Rourke stood in the window. She was breathing deeply—her eyeswere sparkling. She looked sly and malicious11. She advanced into theroom.
“Just a nice quiet game of bridge, is it?”
“What’s that in your hand?” asked Mrs. Sprot, with interest.
“’Tis a hammer,” said Mrs. O’Rourke amiably12. “I found it lying in thedrive. No doubt someone left it there.”
“It’s a funny place to leave a hammer,” said Mrs. Sprot doubtfully.
“It is that,” agreed Mrs. O’Rourke.
She seemed in a particularly good humour. Swinging the hammer by itshandle she went out into the hall.
“Let me see,” said Miss Minton. “What’s trumps13?”
The game proceeded for five minutes without further interruption, andthen Major Bletchley came in. He had been to the pictures and proceededto tell them in detail the plot of Wandering Minstrel, laid in the reign14 ofRichard the First. The Major, as a military man, criticised at some lengththe crusading battle scenes.
The rubber was not finished, for Mrs. Cayley, looking at her watch, dis-covered the lateness of the hour with shrill15 little cries of horror andrushed out to Mr. Cayley. The latter, as a neglected invalid16, enjoyed him-self a great deal, coughing in a sepulchral17 manner, shivering dramaticallyand saying several times:
“Quite all right, my dear. I hope you enjoyed your game. It doesn’t mat-ter about me at all. Even if I have caught a severe chill, what does it reallymatter? There’s a war on!”

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n.王牌,法宝;v.打出王牌,吹喇叭 | |
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abbr.trumpets 喇叭;小号;喇叭形状的东西;喇叭筒v.(牌戏)出王牌赢(一牌或一墩)( trump的过去式 );吹号公告,吹号庆祝;吹喇叭;捏造 | |
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