CHAPTER NINEFrustrated
The side door of the library came out towards the rear of the hall; there was a telephone stand under the stairs to the right, and to the left a dressing-room had been built in and panelled to match the older woodwork. It cut the hall in half lengthwise, and extended to the partition that contained the baize door of last night’s adventure.
“You’ll find it all rather out of date in there,” said Susan, indicating the door of the dressing-room, “but quite complete.”
“Modern improvement, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, it was put in when they spoiled the rest of the house.”
She smiled up at Gamadge, and he returned the smile. About twenty-five, full of life, delightful to look at she was. He sat down at the telephone. She was turning to go away, but he said: “Don’t go. I’ll only
