As soon as Tracey became dummy, Flora suggested he go look for
Sprague."
"And how long was _he_ gone from the porch?" Dundee asked.
"Less than no time," Penny assured him. "He was back before Polly had
finished playing the hand. He said he'd gone to the hall closet, where
Whitson, the butler, would have put Sprague's hat and stick, and that he
had found they were gone.... Well--and you needn't put down 'well' every
time I say it!" Penny interrupted herself tartly. "Tracey said he
supposed Sprague had ordered his taxi and had decided to walk down the
hill to meet it, and he added that that was exactly the kind of courtesy
you could expect from a cad and a bounder like Sprague--walking in
uninvited, making Karen cry, then walking out, without a word, leaving
the game while he was dummy. Flora spoke up then and said it was no
wonder Dexter had left without saying good-by, considering how he'd been
treated. Then Tracey said something ugly and sarcastic about Flora's
being disappointed because Sprague had decided not to spend the whole
evening--"
"A first-class row, eh?" Dundee interrupted, with keen interest.
"Rather! Flora almost cried, said Tracey knew good and well that she had
only been playing-up to Sprague before Nita's death, in the hope of
getting the lead in the Hamilton movie, if Sprague got the job of
directing it, and Tracey said, 'So you call it playing-up, do you? It
looked like high-powered flirting to me--or maybe it was more than a
flirtation!.
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