CHAPTER NINEThat Mustn’t Be
Nordhall stacked up his papers, placed the cardboard box on top of them, reached forward, and opened the Cribb solander. He passed it to Mrs. Leeder, who took a cigarette out of it without comment and mechanically.
Nordhall lighted it for her, and one for himself.
“Now, I know how hard all this must be on you, Mrs. Leeder,” he said, “but I know the kind of sport you are. When you made up your mind that you weren’t going to have any more valuable property snatched from under your nose, you acted like a sport—you weren’t too scared of these people to send for Mr. Gamadge. Has he told you he was afraid he mightn’t be let in today?”
“No.” She turned her face towards Gamadge, and frowned a little. “I haven’t seen him to talk to since he came.”
“He’s a man of exp
