Mrs. Munsey grew desperate, and Hedward's life became a horror unto him.
"She's surprised to find a football man who's got beyond Munsey's," thought Neale.
Then you believe this bunch is getting fish out of Munsey mill pond, and selling them, perhaps over in Scarsdale?
With Mrs. Munsey there was neither hesitation nor difficulty.
It happened that none of this bunch had ever set eyes on Munsey's mill, or the pond just above it.
