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Updated: June 11, 2025
"And who," asked the big man, reflectively contemplating the amber fluid in his glass, "who is Jeekes?"
Jeekes took his pince-nez from his nose, gave the glasses a hasty rub with his pocket-handkerchief, and replaced them. He slanted a long narrow look at the young man. Then, "What letter do you mean?" he asked composedly. "A letter which lay on H.P.'s desk in the library at Harkings when they found the body ..." "There was a letter there then ...?" "Haven't you got it?" Jeekes shook his head.
It will not delay us more than five minutes to stop at her hotel in passing, We will then call in at my place. We should be at the Villa within half an hour from now ..." "Gentlemen," said Herr Schulz as they prepared to go, "I know my Mr. Victor Marbran. You should all be armed." Robin produced the pistol he had taken from Jeekes.
He was a small man wearing a tweed cap and a tweed travelling ulster of a vivid brown. It was not these details, however, which took her aback. It was the fact that in the glimpse she had had of the man's face she had seemed to recognize the features of Mr. Albert Edward Jeekes. "What an extraordinary thing!" Mary said to herself. "It can't be Mr. Jeekes.
They open all letters, lay the important ones before the big man for him to deal with personally, make a digest of the others or deal with them direct ..." Robin nodded. "Well," the boy resumed, "the first thing old Jeekes told me was that letters arriving in a blue envelope and marked 'Personal' were never to be opened ..." "In a blue envelope?" echoed Robin quickly.
"When I heard the news at the club, Miss Trevert," said Jeekes, "you could have knocked me down with a feather. Mr. Parrish, as all of us knew, worked himself a great deal too hard, sometimes not knocking off for his tea, even, and wore his nerves all to pieces. But I never dreamed it would come to this. Ah! he's a great loss, and what we shall do without him I don't know.
And he read from the telegram: "Mastertons gunsmiths sold last July pair of Browning automatics identical with that found on Parrish to Jeekes who paid with Parrish's cheque." The message was signed "Manderton." At that moment a man wearing a black bowler hat and a heavy frieze overcoat came hurrying out of the hotel. "Mr.
He hadn't been there all day, the porter told me. So I left a note asking him to ring you up here ..." "The case reeks of blackmail," said Robin thoughtfully, "but I am wondering how much we shall glean from this precious letter when we do see it. I am glad you asked Jeekes to ring me up, though.
He was staying in the house at the time of the tragedy. He has, I understand, taken a prominent part in the investigations as to the motive of our poor friend's sad end ..." Mr. Jeekes looked to Robin as he said this as though for confirmation. The man at the driving-wheel turned and gave the little secretary a quick glance. Then he mustered Robin with a slow, insolent stare.
Put 'em up, damn you!" Slowly, defiantly the young man raised his arms above his head. Mr. Jeekes stood close to the driver's seat, having prudently put the car between himself and Robin. As he stood there, his automatic levelled at the young man, a remarkable thing happened. A black, soft surface suddenly fell over his face and was pulled back with a brisk tug.
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