CHAPTER TWENTYCase History
Early dusk was falling when Gamadge walked into Mrs. Deedes’s room. It was littered with tissue paper, bags and cases, and she sat among her possessions with her grey dress across her knees.
“Well, Sally.” He shook his head at her. “You’ve been very wicked.”
The grey dress slid to the floor. “Oh, Henry,” she wailed, “how did you know?”
“You were in such a confounded dither from the first; and Corinne Hutter was protecting you, too, though I didn’t see fit to mention it.”
“I nearly fainted when you began to talk about her protecting Evelyn. I sat there and wondered whether you were really going to keep me out of it; I didn’t see how you could.”
“Let’s hope Windorp didn’t see you nearly faint.”
“Won’t Corinne tell?”
“Certainly not. The last thing she wants
