CHAPTER 15Quite Well
“How is she?” whispered Gamadge.
“Kvite vell now. Poor lady—to find a body!”
“Terrible shock.”
“But she is kvite vell now. I go to bed.”
“That’s right.”
Tilly flung the door wide, allowed Gamadge to pass her, and then trotted off. Gamadge stood looking into this most luxurious guest room of the new wing. It was all done in the palest pastel shades of rose, with furniture of some pale wood that glowed in the light like amber. Blanche sat up in the canopied bed, her hands lying on the folded edge of a rosy linen sheet. Long-fingered white hands, large for a woman; but Griggs had not been interested in Blanche Drummond’s hands.
Her fair skin looked greenish, and there was blue under her eyes that had not been put there; it gave the eyes a brilliant but a sunken loo
