CHAPTER ELEVENGamadge Irregulars
When Gamadge—as seldom happened—reached the small hours of a morning after a bad night, he turned off the switch of his bedside telephone; he did so at four a.m. on the day following his momentous decision in the stump lot, and at five a.m. he fell into a dreamless sleep.
No member of his household had ever dared on any previous occasion to knock at his door if his telephone did not answer; but on this same morning, at ten o’clock, Theodore not only knocked; he afterwards put an apologetic face into the room.
“What the devil,” murmured Gamadge.
“Beg pardon for disturbin’ you, sir, it’s police.”
“Tell them to come back later.”
“It’s Lieutenant Durfee. Mis’ Gamadge is entertainin’ him in the liberry.”
“Oh. Well, bring my breakfast here. I’ll see him wh
