CHAPTER FOURGregson Laughed
Gamadge entered the library of his old house in the Sixties, and found himself walking on a sea of papers. Furniture stood up from among them like reefs at low tide, and an island in front of the fire contained a tea table and Gamadge’s old coloured servant Theodore. He was clearing the tea tray.
“I’d like some of that before it goes, if you don’t mind.” The master of the house lifted his right foot from a pile of autograph letters signed.
“Right away, Mist’ Gamadge, sir; get you some fresh.” Theodore hurried out, ignoring the activities on the other side of the large room, where Mrs. Gamadge sat cross-legged on the floor, her hands full of manuscript, and Harold Bantz, Gamadge’s young assistant, prowled on all fours among documents. Martin the cat, devoted t
