CHAPTER THREE
Something to Be Afraid Of“NOW FOR IT,” said Gamadge. “Feel better?”
“Ever so much better. It was just what I wanted.”
“Then let’s go over the general situation. You must realize, of course, that if you took the thing into court Miss Smith would hardly last through the first day’s proceedings. No, I understand that you don’t care to take it into court; but your nephew, who is a lawyer, must know that there are private proceedings, in which a delicate family matter like this can be adjusted before a referee, or in judges’ chambers, or something. The refugee story would be knocked into a c****d hat, and your Uncle Imbrie clapped into a sanatorium for life, if you wanted him there.”
“We shouldn’t for one moment consider putting him into an asylum. He isn’t insane.”
“But cred
