CHAPTER FOURKeep It Simple
Thursday evening was clear and cool, and the night would be cold; but there was a feel of Spring. Gamadge drew up in front of Harold’s west side apartment house uptown, and Harold came down the steps and got into the car. If he had put on weight it didn’t seem to have made much change in his stocky figure, and it certainly hadn’t changed his dark face, which was as square and bony as ever and as lacking in expression of any sort.
He was never talkative. They had paid the toll on the George Washington Bridge, and were on their way again, before he made a comment; and that was after Gamadge had finished.
“Fenway again, for Pete’s sake.”
“Yes. We lost our client that time.”
“Thursday means that maid goes out.” He added: “That was a dirty crack. We got a regular
