CHAPTER ELEVENPercy Rejects an Alibi
When Gamadge entered the drawing-room he found Mason, highball glass in hand, walking back and forth as if for a wager; while Percy, ensconced behind a colossal silver tray, poured himself a cup of tea. As Gamadge approached the sofa Percy uncovered a muffin dish and offered it to him.
“It makes me hungry to be grilled,” he said. “How about you? Or haven’t you been grilled yet?”
“I’ve been grilled.” Gamadge sat down beside him.
Mason stopped in the middle of the room. “What’s all this about my not being allowed to see Florence?” he demanded in a loud voice.
Gamadge, teapot in hand, looked up at him. “I suppose the nurse won’t let her see anybody.”
“I ought to be with her at a time like this. I shall insist on being with her. Nurse? She has two nur
