"She came
in, her arm linked with Peter's, and laughing. Said she had found him
reading a 'Deadwood Dick' thriller.... One of Tracey's hobbies--" she
broke off to explain, "--is collecting old-fashioned thrillers, like the
Nick Carter, Diamond King Brady, Buffalo Bill and Deadwood Dick
paper-bound books. Of course he didn't take up that hobby until a lot of
other rich men had done it first. There was never anybody less original
than poor Tracey.... Well, Flora gave up her place to Janet, and again
played anagrams with Johnny, Peter taking his original place at our
table. Suddenly Polly threw down her cards--she'd been having rotten
luck and seemed out of sorts--and said she didn't want to play bridge
any more. So poor Flora again had to be the perfect hostess, and switch
from anagrams to bridge."
"And Polly played anagrams with Drake?" Dundee prompted.
"No. She said she thought anagrams were silly, and wandered off the
porch and down the path, calling over her shoulder that she was going to
take a walk. Tracey asked Johnny if he'd mind mixing the highballs and
bringing out the sandwiches. Said Whitson had left a thermos bucket of
ice cubes on the sideboard, some bottles of ginger ale, and a tray of
glasses and sandwiches. Told him he'd find decanters of Scotch and rye,
and to bring out both.
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