Four Frightened People Page #4

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Very good. Play it.

Oh, yes. That's splendid, partner.

Oh, Mr. Corder...

there's something on your shirt...

with a lot of legs.

There's the lead.

Aren't I an extraordinary

dummy, Mr. Corder?

Very.

Why didn't you bid more? More?

Montague, what kind of

a bird is that thing?

Brain fever bird, Tuan.

To listen to this infidel too long is

to become very unfortunate in the head.

Rot.

Everything's in the

mind, don't you think?

Fear, I mean.

I just wanted to stretch.

Have you gone to bed with another ace?

Oh, I'm so sorry.

My imagination just won't

let me discard the jungle.

It seems so full of things.

All right, Cinderella,

a heart was called for.

Oh, dear, I'm sorry.

This is quite picnicky, isn't it?

Depending on how one looks at it.

There's many a slip.

That was well played, partner.

This reminds me of the

last bridge game I played...

during the Chinese

defense of Shihkiachwang.

We correspondents had a game

with some of the generals.

It was 40 below zero outside.

The Japs kept coming at them, until finally

the Chinamen charged out with the bayonet.

Gory business. Reminded

me of Bunker Hill.

Were you there, too?

Well, I suppose the noise can't hurt us.

Heaven knows, Alfred

makes noise enough at home.

It's your play, dear.

Oh, I must have dropped a card.

Here it is.

I guess I'm just not lucky.

Oh, those mosquitoes.

They don't bite me. Funny.

No, it isn't.

Maybe they don't like

your disposition either.

Cracking jokes? That's the...

Judy, don't move.

It's a snake.

Cobra. Death in four minutes.

Good work, Corder.

Well, that's strike one on the jungle.

Excuse me.

Lucky I hit it.

Lucky for me.

You saved my life.

This is Judith, Stewart.

Judy, I mean.

You called me Judy tonight, remember?

When you were so brave and

saved me from the cobra.

Montague, you seen my shoes?

No, Tuan.

Mrs. Mardick.

Yoo-hoo.

Breakfast. Coming.

Aren't men fussy about their food?

Robinson Crusoe ate leaves.

Stupid book.

Come, dear. I'm hungry.

Where are my...

What the...

Who did this?

You should have had more sense than

to stick your shoes in the fire to dry.

Montague!

Yes, Tuan.

What nitwit put my shoes

in that fire last night?

I don't know. Maybe, perhaps monkeys.

Best English make. Like me.

Don't wisecrack me, you clown!

In addition to everything

else, do I have to go barefoot?

Who did this?

Shoes don't walk away.

Who burned up my shoes?

I did it.

Oh.

But they were so wet. I

was only trying to help.

Why pick on me?

If you're going to run

around burning shoes...

what's the matter with Ainger's shoes?

Oh, my shoes aren't romantic

enough, thank you very much.

Please forgive me. I was

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