CHAPTER TENNews on the Hour
At a quarter to ten that night Gamadge sat on the chesterfield sofa in his library, coffee beside him on a little table, and a concert coming to him over the radio. He had had a late but satisfying meal. Athalie the cook had come upstairs to forgive him for missing his dinner; and Martin the cat lay across his mid-section, fast asleep.
Clara sat opposite him, arranging her notes. She said: “You’re too tired to bother with what Mr. Schenck and I found out today.”
“I’m in good condition. I had a two-hour nap at Five Acres: while others worked, I slept.”
“Just the same; you look awful.”
“Thank you, my darling.”
“I mean so awfully tired. How did Mrs. Gregson like Five Acres?”
“Very much indeed. Harold installed a radio for her, and I have no doubt that she’s
