CHAPTER TWO
UntouchableClara’s aunt, Miss Robina Vauregard, arrived in a hurry and said that she must dash away right after lunch. Gamadge allowed her to drink her cocktail and begin her lunch before he asked her to tell him all about the Fenways.
“Fenways? There’s nothing to tell about the Fenways. Clara, the gutters are a foot under water, and the taximan had to jump me across the curb.” Miss Vauregard was always cheerful and chatty. “Now we’re going to have more snow—in fact we are having it—and they say it’s going to freeze again. How is your cold?”
“She got over it,” said Gamadge. “She’s going to get a new one tonight. Tell me about the Fenways, Miss Vauregard.”
Her bright black eyes questioned him curiously. “Don’t say they’re in trouble! Nothing ever happens to them! At least—”
