Norgate found Selingman in the little drawing-room of the club, reclining in an easy-chair, a small cup of black coffee by his side.

He appeared to be exceedingly irate at the performance of his partner in a recent rubber, and he seized upon Norgate as a possibly sympathetic confidant.
"Listen to me for one moment," he begged, "and tell me whether I have not the right to be aggrieved.

I go in on my own hand, no trump.

I am a careful declarer.

I play here every day when I am in London, and they know me well to be a careful declarer.