There they were well down to it, their faces serious, the bids coming quickly.
And the raised voice was his official voice, so different that all the heads at the
bridge table turned to him, and Anne Meredith’s hand remained poised over an
ace of spades in dummy.
“I’m sorry to tell you all,” he said, “that our host, Mr. Shaitana, is dead.”
2 thoughts on “Cards on the Table”
Bellissimo! Brava Clementine. Lo farò vedere ad Angelo, appassionato bridgista! A.
Sicuramente erano anche i suoi racconti che mi avevano fatto avere questa immagine! Deve essere un spettacolo affascinante!