CHAPTER 14Guilty But Insane
Gamadge found Officer Stromer strategically planted in the upper hall; he commanded a view of the main corridor, and could look down the south wing by turning his head; but his eyes were relentlessly fixed on the north wing and Malcolm’s doorway.
David Malcolm stood there, leaning against the jamb. Color had returned to his lips, and he was smiling. “Come in, Mr. Gamadge,” he said. “We’ll sit over there by the windows; then the gendarmerie won’t overhear us. I shouldn’t like them to.”
Cora Malcolm was sitting at a round table there, her elbows on the rosewood surface, her chin on her hands. When Gamadge crossed the room towards her only her eyes moved.
“Have this chair.” Malcolm touched the back of one as he passed it, and moved on to another. They sat down.
