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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.
From the inner room of Parrish's chambers you must have watched both the men for the best part of an hour." A teaspoon clattered in a saucer as the woman sprang to her feet, and I saw she was the woman who had pointed me out to the constable when I had entered Gray's Inn on the morning after the murder. Cockran's face was a study. "You made a mistake," Quarles went on quietly.
Bude mentioned the generous remuneration he was receiving from Sir Herbert Marcobrunner, whereupon Parrish had remarked: "Come to me and I'll double it. I'll give you a week to think it over. Let my secretary know!" After a few discreet enquiries, Bude, faithful to his maxim, had accepted Parrish's offer.
Hartley Parrish's idea of "proper provision" for her, she knew, meant wealth for her beyond anything she had ever dreamed. The perpetual debasing struggle with poverty which she and her mother had carried on for years was a thing of the past. Money meant freedom, freedom to live ... and to love. She stretched her hands out to the blaze. Was she free to love?
Hartley Parrish's desk was arranged just as he always remembered it to have been. All the letter-trays save one were empty. In that was a little pile of papers held down by a massive marble paper-weight. Quickly he stepped round the desk. He had put out his hand to lift the weight when there was a gentle rattle at the door.
"Don't you forget, young Wright," he said, jerking his chin towards the youngster in a confidential sort of way, "don't you forget that Mr. Greve is anxious to find a plausible motive for Mr. Parrish's suicide. People are talking, you understand! That's all I've got to say! Just you think it over ..." Bruce Wright bristled up hotly at this.
"I want your aid in finding out the motive for this terrible deed," Mary Trevert was speaking again, "I can't understand.... I don't see clear...." "Miss Trevert," said Mr. Jeekes, clearing his throat fussily, "I fear we must look for the motive in the state of poor Mr. Parrish's nerves.
From MacTavish, who had supervised Lord Tipperary's world-famous gardens, he had learnt a great deal about flowers, so that the arrangement of the floral decorations was always one of the features at Hartley Parrish's soigne dinner-parties.
Then he recalled that one day while at Maxfield Parrish's summer home in New Hampshire the artist had told him of a dream garden which he would like to construct, not on canvas but in reality. Bok suggested to Parrish that he come to New York. He asked him if he could put his dream garden on canvas.
Both men from the darkness without saw Parrish's desk littered with his papers and his habitual chair beyond it, pushed back empty. Trevert turned an instant, a hand on the window-sill. "Bude," he said, "there's no one there!" "Best look and see, sir," replied the butler, his coat-tails flapping in the wind.
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