CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Mrs. Morton Cannot See It
WHEN GAMADGE PRESENTED himself at the Morton house next morning, Luigi the houseman received him tragically, and took him directly up to the second floor front. This seemed to be Miss Vauregard’s workroom. A small, curly desk which Gamadge thought must be the first and only one she had ever had was littered with bills, address books, laundry lists and canceled checks. There was a little ancient typewriter on a table in front of a window, with telephone directories piled on the floor beside it. Miss Vauregard came in through a communicating door, which led to her bedroom.
She looked haggard, and her eyes were raised to Gamadge’s with so much distress in them that he spoke even more gently than he had intended.
“You are making a great mistake, M
