“Will you please give me your card?”
“That won’t be necessary,” he remarked airily. “Just tell her Harry is here and she will know.”
He heard the maid telling her little story and then Jane’s silver tones floated out to him.
“What, that lobster? How did he get in? He must have had a shoe horn, and I suppose it will take a load of dynamite to get him out.” Then something else and all the girls laughed.
He pulled himself together and walked to where the voice came from.
The heat of the room was beginning to affect the cargo he was carrying and he hit both sides of the wall about eight times before he got to the door. He pulled the curtains aside and looked in on the game.
“Just thought I’d call,” he said, grinning.
“Well, didn’t I always tell you that you had bad thoughts?” she asked.
“Thought you’d be glad to see me,” he went on.
“Still thinking?” she queried. “I’ll see that raise and raise you back ten more.”