Cy the Cynic’s former job, if he had one, is a mystery at my club. Cy won’t talk about it except to give gag answers to queries. “Cy, did you conduct an orchestra?” “Briefly, but I was disconcerted.” “He wouldn’t have worked as a pietaster in a pie factory,” Rose told me. “That’s how lazy he is.”
As declarer, Cy seizes on the first line of play he sees. At six hearts, he took the ace of spades, drew trumps ending in dummy and led a diamond to his queen. West took the ace, and East’s jack scored for down one. “Such laziness,” Rose sighed. After Cy draws trumps, he must try to get a count. He takes the king of spades, ruffs a spade in dummy, cashes the top clubs and ruffs a club. Cy then knows West had five spades for his overcall, three trumps and at least three clubs, so two diamonds at most. Moreover, West surely has the ace of diamonds for his bid.
So the Cynic leads a diamond to dummy’s king and plays low from his hand on the next diamond to make the slam.