CHAPTER SEVEN
Peculiar Accident“It was a peculiar accident,” said Detective-Lieutenant Nordhall, “but I think they got it all doped out, how and why it happened.”
He and Gamadge sat in a little office, facing each other across the scarred top of a desk. Gamadge was leaning back in his hard chair, his eyes closed, his legs stretched out, his feet crossed, his hands clasped on his waistline. Nordhall had papers before him.
“The boys here would have given you all the details,” continued Nordhall. “I don’t know why you dragged me out. But I understand you’re interested, want to tell your wife all about it. Sorry this Miss Paxton was a friend of her folks.
“Well, here’s everything, and probably a little more than you expected; when there’s a fatality like this we make a point of notifying t
