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But the straight and narrow thoroughfare offered no refuge, and the American saw him almost at once. His unforced geniality made Trent ashamed, for he had liked the man. They sat long over a meal, and Mr. Bunner talked. Trent listened to him, now that he was in for it, with genuine pleasure, now and then contributing a question or remark.
It stood at a little distance from the house, and made a cool retreat from the blaze of the midday sun. Mr Bunner seemed to be in no hurry to get out the car. He offered Trent a cigar, which was accepted, and for the first time lit his own. Then he seated himself on the footboard of the car, his thin hands clasped between his knees, and looked keenly at the other.
Bunner then looked the consummately cool and sagacious Yankee that he was. Born in Connecticut, he had gone into a broker's office on leaving college, and had attracted the notice of Manderson, whose business with his firm he had often handled. The Colossus had watched him for some time, and at length offered him the post of private secretary. Mr.
If you will go up to the house and ask for Mr. Bunner, you'll find him expecting you; he will tell you all about things and show you round. He's the other secretary; an American, and the best of fellows; he'll look after you. There's a detective here, by the way Inspector Murch, from Scotland Yard. He came yesterday. 'Murch! Trent exclaimed. 'But he and I are old friends.
He is one of the shrewdest officers in Europe. He is not very quick with his mind, but he is very sure. And his experience is immense. My forte is imagination, but I assure you in police work experience outweighs it by a great deal." "Outweighs nothing!" replied Mr. Bunner crisply. "This is no ordinary case, Mr. Trent. I will tell you one reason why.
'I have been expected for some time by my friend. Shall we make a move? 'Two o'clock, said Mr Bunner, consulting his own, as he got up from the foot-board. 'Ten a.m. in little old New York. You don't know Wall Street, Mr Trent. Let's you and I hope we never see anything nearer hell than what's loose in the Street this minute.
I've patched up the old ones as good as new and I do declare, Evelina Bunner, if you ask me another question you'll go and spoil all my pleasure." "Very well, I won't," said the younger sister. They continued to eat without farther words.
Ann Eliza leaned over her, and for a long time they held each other without speaking. They were still clasped in this dumb embrace when there was a step in the shop and Ann Eliza, starting up, saw Miss Mellins in the doorway. "My sakes, Miss Bunner! What in the land are you doing? Miss Evelina Mrs. Ramy it ain't you?"
"Any one in the house, of course, might have such a diary without your having seen it. But I didn't much expect you would be able to identify the leaves in fact, I should have been surprised if you had." He stopped speaking as Mrs. Manderson came towards them. "My uncle thinks we should be going now," she said. "I think I will walk on with Mr. Bunner," Mr. Cupples said as he joined them.
"It's perfectly rational, and it's only a question of whether it fits all the facts. I mustn't give away what I'm doing for my newspaper, Mr. Bunner, but I will say this: I have already satisfied myself that this was a premeditated crime, and an extraordinarily cunning one at that. I'm deeply obliged to you. We must talk it over again." He looked at his watch.
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