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It was drawing near to the dinner hour and the bridge players in the smaller cardroom of the Mars and Jupiter Club had fined down to one table, and there the rubber was in its final stage.
"Your call, I think, Marquis," the man on the left or dealer suggested. "What, an original call of three spades?"