Mr. Gibbs CumberlandE
very hour the lines of our case were spreading out wider, and it was no easy task for Mme. Storey to direct them all and at the same time play the part of a lady with nothing in the world to do but be amused. I began to appreciate Nick's cleverness in installing us in his own house. It had about as much privacy as a railway station. My employer transacted her business over the phone in Mrs. Lysaght's house. Her friend, who was busy with an estimate at the time, good naturedly allowed it to be given out that she was indisposed. This supplied a sufficient excuse for our frequent calls.
On the night of our first day as guests at Omega Farm, alias the Dump, I remember there was to be a dance at the smart Chowder Club. Nick himself was prevented from going by the exigenc
