CHAPTER TENPeople Show an Interest
On Sunday mornings the Gamadge household relaxed to such an extent that Gamadge, when he did get up, sat in his office with the doors wide to the hall; newspapers lay about on the floor, animals reclined on them. Theodore took his ease in the basement—the doorbell wouldn’t ring.
This Sunday morning, however, saw Gamadge up and about at an unusually early hour. He had his breakfast alone, and then went forth into the greyness and chill of the streets. He walked over and up to the Precinct and asked for Nordhall. Nordhall, they told him, was at home. He was referred to Detective Blitz.
Detective Blitz remembered him very well, and greeted him with a certain reticence.
Gamadge said: “How are you? Nordhall called me up yesterday afternoon, when he heard I
