CHAPTER SEVENTEENEvidence
Gamadge and Percy exchanged greeting with Officer Briggs and went into the house; Percy to walk on down the back hall and through the swing door, Gamadge to pause at the sound of Louise’s voice, raised in angry complaint, issuing from the servants’ sitting-room. He turned right and followed the transverse corridor until he found himself between the kitchen and the sitting-room doorways. The former was filled by a craggy form in white, its arms stretched out and its hands against either side of the door-frame. Under its right arm a freckled face—that of the local kitchenmaid—peered curiously forth. Two equally rocklike figures, the tall blonde housemaids, stood within the sitting-room door; they watched the distracted flittings of Louise, who pattered from end to
