CHAPTER SEVENNice Couple
Gamadge walked down the avenue, and then a good way east. When he turned in to the block he wanted, he saw why Miss Bransome had not described it; it was not nice at all. It was dreary and gritty, very grey under the now overcast sky. Small wholesale supply stores—plumbers, upholsterers, surgical appliances—occupied the basements and first floor fronts; this would not be a shopping centre for Dunbars or their friends. Alice Dunbar might safely visit here, especially in the afternoons, when superintendents were away and the business people back at their work.
The house he wanted was nice enough, however; a stucco-fronted walk-up with a stationers’ supply store in the basement, a printing plant above it, a firm of architects above that. The third-storey windows wer
