CHAPTER SEVENHobby of Mrs. Smiles
When Gamadge reached home he found his wife and Mr. Robert Schenck playing chess. Clara was gazing at the board and biting a finger; Mr. Schenck’s rather foxy face had a thin smile on it as he watched her.
“Go ahead and take it,” he said.
“You have to give me fifteen minutes; I’m entitled to fifteen minutes,” mumbled Clara. Mr. Schenck was not the kind of person she had been brought up with, but she did not seem to be aware of the fact; she liked him very much.
“Whatever man he’s offering you,” said Gamadge from the doorway, “take any piece on the board but that one.”
Schenck rose. “You better look out,” he said, “leaving Mrs. Gamadge home for young fellers like Harold and me to entertain.”
“Harold’s working on the dressing-bag,” said Clara.
“You se
