CHAPTER THIRTEENPerson to Person
Next morning Gamadge began the day by calling Macloud. When he got through to him he spoke in a sharp businesslike tone:
“Bob? Your client Mrs. Glendon Coldfield wants to have lunch with you at the Guildford if you can make it; one o’clock. She wants you to see her husband’s executors—his brothers, the Coldfields—about his Will.”
After a slight pause, Macloud asked: “You mean you got her out?”
“My dear good fellow, ‘got her out’! What a ludicrous way of putting it. Would I ask a reputable lawyer to condone extra-legal proceedings of the kind you seem to imply? I went up there on Thursday evening, called for Mrs. Coldfield, and drove her to town. She spent the night with us, and last night she moved to the Guildford. Yesterday I went up there again—The M
