drinking and dancing and staying up late at night. It took an exceptionally beautiful and clever wife to keep them at home. Another illusion gone! All the wives I know are hankering to go out and dance, and weeping because their husbands will wear bedroom slippers and go to bed at half past nine. And you do dance so nicely, Tommy dear.”
“Gently with the butter, Tuppence.”
“As a matter of fact,” said Tuppence, “it’s not purely for pleasure that I want to go. I’m intrigued by this advertisement.”
She picked up the Daily Leader again, and read it out.
“I should go three hearts. 12 tricks. Ace of Spades. Necessary to finesse the King.”
“Rather an expensive way of learning Bridge,” was Tommy’s comment.
“Don’t be an ass. That’s nothing to do with Bridge. You see, I was lunching with a girl yesterday at the Ace of Spades. It’s a queer little underground den in Chelsea, and she told me that it’s quite the fashion at these big shows to trundle round there in the course of the evening for bacon and eggs and Welsh Rabbits—Bohemian sort of stuff. It’s got screened off booths all round it. Pretty hot place, I should say.”
“And your idea is—?”
“Three hearts stands for the Three Arts Ball tomorrow night, 12 tricks is twelve o’clock, and the Ace of Spades is the Ace of Spades.”
“And what about its being necessary to finesse the King?”
“Well, that’s what I thought we’d find out.”