CHAPTER SIXExplosive
Gamadge and Mrs. Deedes left the office by the door leading to the hall. Another door faced them, which belonged to a large cupboard under the stairs. This had always been crammed with hats, coats and overshoes, games and garden implements, skates, golf bags, archery bows and arrows, dog leashes and walking sticks; and it had smelled outrageously of rubber, leather, and lubricating oils.
Gamadge looked at it, and then looked over his shoulder at another door along the hall. “I suppose that’s the new closet and dressing-room,” he said.
“Yes, and it’s such a comfort. It has racks for our coats, and there’s even a little flower room and sink.”
“This one must be quite cleared up.”
Mrs. Deedes smiled. “It is. We can shut the griffons in here when they bark too much.”
