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The little secretary forced out the questions in an agitated voice. The girl walked across the room and shut the door. It closed perfectly, a piece of solid, well-fitting oak. "What does it mean?" said Mr. Jeekes in a whisper. "You understand, I should not wish what I told you just now about Mr. Parrish to be overheard ..." They opened the door again. The dusky corridor was empty.
And, if you have learnt your job properly, you will also know that a private secretary's first duty is to mind his own business. About this letter now it's the first I've heard of it. Take my advice and don't bother your head about it. If it exists ..." "But it does exist," broke in Bruce quickly. "Mr. Greve saw it and read it himself ..." Mr. Jeekes laughed drily.
"Sorry," he said, "but we are having a meeting with Miss Trevert on private business and I'm afraid we cannot take you along. Jeekes here, however, could take a message to Miss Trevert and if she wanted to see you ..." He broke off significantly and smiled slily at the secretary. Robin felt himself flush. So Jeekes had been telling tales out of school to Mr. Victor, had he?
He sat up, his mouth full of mud and his hair full of wet leaves, and felt himself carefully over. He contemplated rather ruefully a long rent in the left leg of his trousers just across the knee. "Jeekes!" he murmured; "he pushed me out! The dirty dog!" Then he remembered that, with the men in the car gone, he had lost trace again of Mary Trevert.
And things are pretty crowded in the City, Miss Trevert, what with all the boys back from the war, God bless 'em, and glad we are to see 'em, I'm sure. I hope you'll realize, Miss Trevert, that anything I can do to help to put Mr. Parrish's affairs straight...." "I was just about to say," Mary broke in, "that I hope you will not contemplate any change, Mr. Jeekes. You know more about Mr.
Before he could fire again the car was round the house and out of sight. But as the car whizzed round the turn an instant before the yellow-faced man fired, the girl heard a sharp cry from Jeekes: "Don't, Victor ...!" The rest of the sentence was lost in the roar of the engine as the car raced away down the drive. They left the avenue in a splutter of wet gravel. The gate still stood open.
"Oh, but you can discuss everything, Mr. Jeekes," replied Mary Trevert composedly. "I am not a child, you know. I am perfectly well aware that there's a woman somewhere in the life of every man, very often two or three. I haven't got any illusions on the subject, I assure you. I never supposed for a moment that I was the first woman in Mr. Parrish's life...."
That was all that counted for the moment. They threaded their way through the streets in silence. It passed through Robin's mind to start a discussion with Jeekes about the death of Hartley Parrish. But in the circumstances he conceived it might easily assume a controversial character, and he did not want to take any risk of jeopardizing his chance of meeting Mary again.
Manderton raised his head and looked out towards the frost-strewn gardens. "Maybe he hears a step, more probably he sees a face staring at him out of the dark. Very much to his surprise he recognizes Jeekes, his principal private secretary I say to his surprise because he must have believed Jeekes, who had the week-end free, to be in London.
Even the safe is open ... and empty!" "But how does it happen then," asked Robin, "that Marbran has legged it while Jeekes here ..." "Marbran left him in the lurch," the Chief broke in decisively. "I think that's clear. While you were upstairs with our Dutch friend, I went through the dead man's pockets. He had no money, Greve, except a few coppers and a little Dutch change.
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