CHAPTER TENIndescribable
At half past six an apparition, still wearing its wet coat and hat, stood unannounced in the doorway of Gamadge’s library and looked at him. He was mixing cocktails, and did not at first see his visitor, who gave the impression of being about to depart at any moment as mysteriously as he had arrived.
Gamadge looked up. “Hello, old man, glad to see you. Come in and have a drink,” he said cordially. “Rotten weather.”
Macloud took off the wet hat and cast it into a chair. Gamadge, shaker in hand, raised his eyebrows.
“Twenty-five years I’ve known this crackbrain,” said Macloud, apparently to the ceiling, “and still he thinks I’m a fool.”
“I don’t think so at all.”
Macloud addressed him loudly: “Do you imagine I think you’re two people?”
“Oh. Well.” Gamadge smil
