CHAPTER THREELetter Answered
Gamadge stood in front of Mrs. Blagdon’s Class A apartment building, and admired it; just far enough uptown, just far enough away from the avenue, fresh as the April day from its ivied terraces to its blue-and-white canopy; the blue of the canopy and its silver rods were picked up by the buttons and the uniform of the well-groomed doorman.
He went into a black glass and white marble lobby, where another man in uniform came forward to announce him. But when Gamadge asked for Mrs. Blagdon, the attendant showed what seemed strangely like reluctance. This was adequately explained within a moment of his taking the house telephone off its hook and getting into communication; Gamadge felt as if they had both instantly been whirled into a zone of furious activity.
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