CHAPTER THREESheltered Life
“Off the map,” said Macloud. “Right off the map.”
It was Sunday, August the fourteenth. Gamadge and his old coloured servant Theodore were keeping house together for the few days that Gamadge had to be in New York on business, and Macloud the lawyer had invited himself to dinner. They sat in the library, facing each other in one of the long windows. There was coffee on a table between them, and they were smoking.
“I’ve been in the country until this week,” said Gamadge. “I only know what I saw in the papers, and you know what it’s like among the bees and the flowers. You simply don’t get all the details. But it’s an extraordinary case. I wondered how deep you’d be in it.”
“I’m a partner of old Angus Dunbar’s, as you know, and I was in town on the Woodworth E
