“Yes, I play.” He was not, he knew, being very gracious but he was terrified lest Mr. Kuvetli should attach himself to him.
“Then perhaps we make party of four, eh?”
“By all means.”
“I do not play well. Is very difficult game.”
“Yes.” Out of the corner of his eye he saw Josette step through the door from the landing on to the deck.
Mr. Kuvetli’s eyes flickered in her direction. He leered. “This afternoon then, Mr. Graham.”
“I shall look forward to it.”
Mr. Kuvetli went. Josette came up to him.
“What was he saying?”
“He was asking me to play bridge.” Something in her face set his heart going like a trip hammer. “You’ve got it?” he said quickly.