CHAPTER SIXGamadge Wants to Know
Malcolm opened the door, and stood looking at Gamadge in some surprise. “You’re early.”
Gamadge walked past him into the bright green-and-silver lobby. He said: “My services weren’t required, after all.”
“No?” Malcolm closed the door and leaned against it, eyebrows raised, while Gamadge peeled off his coat. “They give you a good dinner?”
“Couldn’t have been better. I’m full up but not uncomfortable.”
“That’s good. Still interested in Paul Bradlock, or did you get what you wanted to know from his family?”
“I’m still interested. Anything for me?” Gamadge dropped his coat and hat on a chair and turned to survey Malcolm alertly.
“Something. I think I can tell you why Mrs. Paul Bradlock didn’t have much to say about Bradlock’s life among the writers of Pa
