CHAPTER FIVE
WarningMiss Vance said: “You will be shocked, of course. And I don’t know who was to blame if I wasn’t.”
Simpson muttered: “You won’t let anybody blame your father and mother.”
“They believed in something and brought me up to believe in it. That’s all they did. The rest was entirely my own idea.” She turned her head to look at Gamadge. “They were wonderful people, Mr. Gamadge. Utterly unworldly. But thanks to my father I can make a living at so-called art.”
“Are those yours?” Gamadge raised his eyes to a flower piece over the mantel, and looked at others to the right and left of it. “They’re charming.”
“But you can see how I’ve missed the real thing. My excuse is that I had my living to earn, and now I do more than that; but—the dyer’s hand, you know. Everything I do look
