"That's a lie," I said.
"It was only a hundred," he grinned. "But thank you, Greta. Now I shan't try the queen finesse."
No wonder they've won the last three evenings! Max is furious with them both.
February 28
We played all day. Max and I kept losing. I always knew Armitage was a pompous toad, but I never realized he was slimy.
This afternoon it was game all, and Armitage overcalled my diamond opener with three spades. Bishop took him to four and I doubled, counting on my ace-king of hearts and diamonds.
I led out my diamond ace and Armitage trumped from his hand. Bishop laid down his dummy. He had clubs and spades solid, with doubleton heart and diamonds.
"None?" Max asked Armitage dangerously.
Armitage tittered. I wanted to scratch his eyes out. He drew trump immediately and set up clubs on board, dumping the heart losers from his hand, and finally sluffing—two diamonds.