“Am I?” Gamadge returned the smile.
“That’s my little problem. Mind you, I don’t hope to get it back, because it may have vanished at any time in the last twenty years; I haven’t looked for it since my brother died. But I should like a mind trained in these mysteries to tell me why on earth it and only it should have been torn out of the book, and what can have been done with it.”
Gamadge became grave. “I shouldn’t in the least mind discussing the possibilities, but it wouldn’t be an intelligent discussion unless we included all of them.”
“Of course, all of them.” Fenway looked surprised. “Why not?”
“My type of mind is a very aggravating one, you know; it pursues a question long after more comfortable minds are ready and willing to drop it. I may bore you.”
“Bore me? I venture to say
