CHAPTER TWELVE
The Macbeth FormulaGAMADGE TOOK THE STAIRS three at a time. He glanced into the drawing room, the dining room, the pantry and the kitchen, and then went through the back doorway that led into the garden. It was empty, and so was the arbor.
He came back and opened the door of the servants’ sitting room. John lay on the couch, snoring lightly. At Gamadge’s voice he sat up with a start.
“John,” said Gamadge, “when were you last in the library?”
“When was I…” The old man was only half awake. “At five, Sir, when I took up the coffee.”
“Where have you been since?”
“Here, Sir, except when you—”
“Eliza upstairs all that time?”
“Yes, Sir. She goes as soon after five as she…Is anything wrong, Sir?”
“Just tell me this: So far as you know, nobody came to have coffee with Mr. Va
