CHAPTER THREEButtons
“Buttons?” In his astonishment Gamadge raised his voice. Mrs. Leeder glanced behind her, past the stairs and down the hall.
“Seward’s room is up here,” she said. “He and Ena have a suite—the old nurseries. Come into the studio, Mr. Gamadge. I’ll tell you there.”
“Are my ears working properly?” asked Gamadge, following her to a door opposite the stairs. “Did you say buttons?”
“Only buttons.”
They went into a long, bright room which corresponded to the sitting-room under it in shape and size; but it had a beamed, sloping roof, and the triple-arched windows were uncurtained and fitted with a cunning arrangement of drawblinds in dark linen. The walls were rough-plastered. There were long work-tables, cupboards, racks, and a big easel; but no pictures were on view, and
