CHAPTER THREEBeing of Sound Mind
A glimmer of satisfaction could be observed in Mrs. Mason’s eye; she had sampled her Compendium of Useful Knowledge, was sure that it contained the answers to all her problems, and now prepared to buy it: “Henry, you know everything. I’ll give you five thousand dollars if you’ll find out who put those quotations into my book, and why they did it.”
“Fair enough.” Gamadge laid Chapter Nine on his knees, gave Mrs. Mason a cigarette, and lighted it and his own. “But I never may find out, you know. Crime in the family circle—it often goes unpunished, you know. I’m certain of one thing, Florrie; you didn’t do it. All these authors didn’t lie buried in your unconscious.”
“Do you think automatic writing is just what is in your mind all the time?” She asked it wi
