CHAPTER THREEGregson Dependents
Colby had been looking puzzled. He said: “I don’t know what better reason there can be for getting to the bottom of these attempts than saving Mrs. Gregson’s life from a would-be murderer.”
“She will tell you that there is a better reason.” Gamadge’s eyes were very green as they met Colby’s blue ones. “So good a reason that she won’t mind plain speaking on my part for the sake of the cause.”
“I don’t mind anything.” She folded her hands and waited.
“Good. I’ll begin by saying that this anonymous letter”—Gamadge took it out of his pocket—“was not of course written by an illiterate person. The paper is cheap, and could have been bought at a five-and-ten-cent store; but the style is correct, literary, even grandiose. No ordinary crank wrote it. We are expec
