“I'd prefer bridge,” Peter Gee said mildly.
“Don't you play piquet?”
The pearl-buyer nodded.
“Then come on. Maybe I can show I know more about that than I do about anchors.”
“Oh, I say——” McMurtrey began.
“You can play bridge,” Deacon shut him off. “We prefer piquet.”
Reluctantly, Peter Gee was bullied into a game that he knew would be unhappy.
“Only a rubber,” he said, as he cut for deal.
“For how much?” Deacon asked.
Peter Gee shrugged his shoulders. “As you please.”