The Letter

All the guests were seated around the table when Muriel Arbuthnot strode into the room, clutching the morning newspaper. She extracted a long white envelope from the pile and handed it to her oldest chum. A puzzled look came over Anna Clairmonts face. Who could possible know that she was spending the weekend with the Arbuthnots? Then she saw a familiar handwritting and had to smile at his ingenuity. She hoped her husband Robert, who …

…' demanded Robert as he adjusted his glasses. Anna turned, horrified to see her husband standing behind her and staring down at the letter, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. "Don't ask me," Anna said coolly, as Muriel appeared by her side, tennis racket in hand. Anna folded the letter, passed it over to her oldest friend, winked and said, "Fascinating, my dear, but for your sake I do hope Reggie never finds out."