CHAPTER EIGHTEENQuite Safe Now
When he arrived at the cottage Clara and Fanny Hunter burst from the dining room doorway to batter him with questions; Clara had him by one arm, Fanny by the other, and Hunter, in the background, vainly tried to make himself heard. At last he succeeded: “Let the man come in and get something to eat. He must be famished.”
“We have your dinner waiting,” Clara told him. “We’ve only just finished coffee. It’s only nine.”
“Well, I’ll eat the dinner,” said Gamadge, “but Hunter must keep me company.”
“We’ll all keep you company!” Fanny shook his arm. “We want to know what happened to poor Gilbert Craye.”
“He’s getting along very well. You can’t watch me eat dinner, Fanny, because you and Clara must move things back into the north bedroom.”
“Oh, can we go back?
