CHAPTER 16Secrets of the Heart
Gamadge sat down alone to breakfast in the dining room. Alice, waiting on him in the intervals of laying trays, which Tilly afterwards pattered away with, looked aloof and oppressed. Gamadge dared not imagine Mrs. Debenham’s reaction this morning to the news of the second murder, nor could he bear to contemplate the interpretation that would have been put on it in the Islands.
There was a great coming and going of cars in the drive—the Law and the Press. Mosson looked in on him, made a face, lifted his shoulders, said nothing, and went away.
When the clock struck nine Gamadge sought the nearest telephone. He got a party in New York, talked for three minutes, said: “Thanks, Tommy,” and put the receiver back. He went out of the house by way of the terrace.
