CHAPTER TWENTYGamadge Hears Laughter
Gilbert Craye, his left arm in a sling and his freckles startling on the pallor of his smiling face, waved a greeting as Madame Fouret ushered two guests into the big bedroom. He sat up against pillows in his ancestral four-poster, at the foot of which one of the Medos children sat cross-legged, reading aloud to him in a penetrating treble. The other child crawled on the floor; it had made a train out of tortoise-shell toilet articles, and was supplying appropriate noises.
“Gamadge, hello.” Craye made himself heard with some effort. “That Mr. Macloud? Hello. Come in and sit down. Madame Fouret will you get these gnomes out of here?”
“Ow, they’re always so ’appy with you, Mr. Craye.”
“All I ask is, get them out of this.”
Madame Fouret got them out a
