CHAPTER SIX
Inside Information
“I KNOW NOW WHAT YOU MEANT, Mr. Gamadge.” Miss Vauregard spoke in a hard, dry voice. They were walking eastward through the quiet back streets of lower New York, where even pedestrian traffic seemed almost to have ceased. Miss Vauregard had insisted on going uptown by subway.
Gamadge looked down at her sympathetically. “You do?”
“I realized it when Uncle began talking about that other set of books. What a fool I’ve been. Of course Volume II belongs to the Dykinck set!”
“Looks that way. See here, Miss Vauregard—you’d better fire me.”
She ignored this. “Uncle wouldn’t tell that old story to the Chandors—why should he? And even if he did, how could they, or any outsider, get hold of the Byron?”
“How, indeed?”
“You guessed it before you ever heard about t
