The varicolored electric light bulbs at the base of the palm trees around the yacht basin at Dolphin Beach were blazing with holiday cheer. And, among the lights on the lavishly decorated pine tree that grew in front of the Yachtel, there was a loud-speaker that was singing Christmas carols. In the basin, the Amaryllis rocked gently in the swell from another cruiser speeding up the Inland Waterway. Haunting music floated across the basin and the palm trees added their own soft lullaby as the whispering trade winds made harmony through their fronds. In the spotless main cabin of the Amaryllis thirteen people sat at the trestle table that had been set up there and was covered with immaculate linen and silver that gleamed brightly in the shadows cast by the light of green and red candles. A great bowl of yellow flowers—amaryllis—adorned the center of the table. Against the bulkhead behind Mr. Hamilton, who sat at the head of the table, there were three small wooden cages entwined with gay ribbons.
What do You think about The Yellow Cat Mystery (1952)?
