THE CASTLEFORD CONUNDRUM

AS PHILIP CASTLEFORD came down the broad stairs, a faint burst of laughter reached him through the closed door of the drawing room. At the sound of his wife's shrill titter rising above the bass of the two men's voices, he winced and gave vent to his spleen in an ejaculation, all the more vehement because it was uttered under his breath.
"Damn those people!"