CHAPTER SIXPeculiar Shade of Blue
Gamadge said nothing, and Mrs. Coldfield took the tightly bound paper book out of her bag, turned it upside down, riffled the pages and shook it. She said: “Markers in it—an old envelope and a piece of cellophane. The cellophane’s gone.”
A bluish, square envelope fell out of the book; Gamadge put out his hand for it, but the cat Junior was too quick for him. Being a cat, he loved paper and had been brought up on paper playthings. He sprang up, batted the envelope from Gamadge’s fingers, followed it to the floor and rolled on it.
Gamadge bent and snatched it up. He said: “Keep your clumsy paws out of this, will you?” and flattened the square of lilac-blue. He turned it over, looked at the sprawling but impressive handwriting of the address, the postmark,
