"We are not a modest race ourselves," she said, "but I think you can give us a lead. By the bye, were you playing golf with Senator Hamblin by accident the other afternoon?"
"You mean the old Johnny down at Baltusrol?" he asked coolly. "I picked him up wandering about by the professionals' shed."
"Did you talk politics with him?"
"We gassed a bit about the war," Lutchester admitted cheerfully.
Pamela laughed. She leaned a little forward. The buzz of conversation now was insistent all around them.
"Of you two," she whispered, "I prefer Fischer."
Lutchester considered the matter for some time.
"Well, there's no accounting for tastes," he said presently. "I shouldn't have thought him exactly your type."
"He may not be," Pamela confessed, "but at least he has the courage to speak what is in his mind."
Lutchester smiled.