CHAPTER THREE
Not Much of a BirthdayA violent knocking finally persuaded Gamadge to open his eyes. The room was flooded with sunshine. “All right, all right,” he muttered.
Waldo, the tall bellboy, put his head around the door. “I forgot to call, Mr. Gamadge. It’s nearly nine.”
“Good Lord, Macpherson will be raging.” Gamadge sat up annoyed. “What’s the idea, forgetting your calls?”
“We’re all upset. It don’t matter about Mr. Macpherson, he’s down at the cliff.”
“Where?”
“Down the road, on the lookout. Something terrible happened. One of the guests fell off the rocks.”
“That’s too bad. When? This morning?”
“Last night. Young feller that just checked in. Name’s Cowden.”
“Cowden!” Gamadge suddenly came awake. “Yes, sir. They think he had a heart attack, and fell over the cliff. Everyb
