PARTIES CONVERGING ON THE SEA
Mr. Hannay time to think over things, and you know we have been wanting a fourth player. Do you play, sir?"
I accepted as if it had been an ordinary invitation at the club. The whole business had mesmerised me. We went into the smoking-room, where a card-table was set out, and I was offered things to smoke and drink. I took my place at the table in a kind of dream. The window was open and the moon was flooding the cliffs and sea with a great tide of yellow light There was moonshine, too, in my head. The three had recovered their composure, and were talking easily—just the kind of slangy talk you will hear in any golf club-house. I must have cut a rum figure, sitting there knitting my brows with my eyes wandering.
My partner was the young, dark one. I play a fair hand at bridge but I must have been rank bad that night. They saw that they had got me puzzled, and that put them more than ever at their ease. I kept looking at their faces, but they conveyed nothing to me.
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