"Why, that's wonderful!" She lit a cigarette. "What is it? I feel as
though I might live, after all."
"A recipe of my own, a variant on the old Prairie Oyster, but without the
raw egg, which I consider a needless embellishment, ma'am. I learned it
in the household of a former employer, a New York stockbroker. Poor man:
he did himself in in the autumn of 1929."
"Well, it's too bad you won't be with us permanently, Davies," Nelda
said. "Your recipe seems to be just what Geraldine needs. With a dash of
prussic acid added, of course."
That got the bush-fighting off to a good start. When Dunmore came in, a
few minutes later, the two sisters were stalking one another through the
jungle, blow-gunning poison darts back and forth. The newcomer sat down
without a word; throughout the meal, he and Varcek treated one another
with silent and hostile suspicion. Finally Gladys looked at her watch and
called a truce to the skirmishing by announcing that it was time to start
for church. Rand left the room with the ladies; in the hall, Gladys
brushed against him quickly and gripped his left arm.
"Do be careful, Jeff," she whispered.
"Don't worry; I will," Rand assured her. Then he turned into the library
and went up the spiral to the gunroom, while the three women went down to
the garage.
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