CHAPTER ELEVENCall of Condolence
Jennings’ “hello” was lugubrious, but there was a repressed excitement in it. “That you, Gamadge? Isn’t this news horrible?”
“Awful, yes.”
“I never had such a shock in my life. I bought a paper on my way home from the office, and when I saw that headline I stood there in the pouring rain and missed my subway express. And dear old Scale, everybody knows Scale; why, I’ve been to that house in the old days before he converted it. How he can ever live in it again…!”
“It’s all very ghastly. Macloud was just here—”
Jennings’ voice took on an avid note. “Had he any more details?”
“You’d have them from the family, I should think.”
“Well, not yet. Of course I telephoned the house, I got that nurse-companion of poor Mrs. Dunbar’s. She didn’t know much. She tol
