Wednesday night, nine o'clock
If the scraps had anything to do with the mystery ordinary conventions had no value . So Liddy arranged the scraps , like working out one of the puzzle-pictures children play with , and she did it with much the same eagerness . When it was finished she stepped aside while I read it . `` Wednesday night , nine o'clock . Bridge , '' I real aloud . Then , aware of Alex 's stare , I turned on Liddy . `` Some one is to play bridge to-night at nine o'clock , '' I said .