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ON LEAVING headquarters, Richardson drove Milsom at his request to the office where he spent his time in reading thrillers for publication, or more often for return to their authors. Before they parted, Richardson put one question to him.
“Have you ever heard of a bridge club called the Worthing, a place where the stakes are high?”
“You mean a c**k-and-hen club. I’ve heard of it, but it’s a most respectable place. You’re surely not thinking of raiding it.”
“Good God, no. I asked because a certain lady, the owner of one of those bags we found in the bungalow, frequents it, or did frequent it until her husband put the shutters up against her.”
Milsom pulled out his notebook. “Give me the lady’s name. I happen to know someone who is a member of that club and may know something about h
