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For example, if you had gone into his employ as he planned that you should?" "Planned!" she gasped. His face was grave now and the laughter had gone out of his eyes. "Planned," he said quietly. "You were discharged from Punsonby's at Doctor van Heerden's instigation." "I will not believe it!" "That will not make it any less the fact," said Mr. Beale.
"I have to tell you that Punsonby's no longer require your services." She rose to her feet, looking down at him open-mouthed with wonder and consternation. "Not require my services?" she said slowly. "Do you mean that I am discharged?" He nodded again. "In lieu of a month's notice I will give you a cheque for a month's salary, plus the unexpired portion of this week's salary."
"Perhaps you will answer this question," he said, "why did Doctor van Heerden secure an appointment for you at Punsonby's, and why, when you were there, did you steal three registered envelopes which you conveyed to the doctor?" Her face went red and white. "That's a lie!" she gasped. "You might tell a judge and jury that and then they wouldn't believe you," he smiled.
He put out his hand and Stanford gripped it. "You're a great man, sir," he breathed. The old man chuckled. "And you may even be a great detective," he said. "In five minutes your Mr. Lassimus White will be here. You suggested I should send for him who is he, by the way?" "The managing director of Punsonby's. A friend of van Heerden's and a shareholder in his Great Adventure."
He stopped at one end of the room staring moodily through the window, his hands thrust in his pockets. "I wonder what happened," he said again. "Well, that can wait. Now just tell me exactly how matters stand in regard to you and Punsonby's." "I have all the figures here," said Mr.
"What do you mean?" "I mean, that a charge was made against you that you were converting money belonging to the firm to your own use. That was the charge, I believe, sir?" He turned to Mr. White. Mr. White nodded slowly. "It is a lie. It is an outrageous lie," cried the girl, turning flaming eyes upon the stout managing director of Punsonby's. "You know it's a lie, Mr. White!
White," he went on, and White did not disguise his relief, "but as an old acquaintance of yours." "Say friend," said the fervent Mr. White. "I have always regarded you, Mr. McNorton, as a friend of mine. Let me see, how long have we known one another? I think the first time we met was when Punsonby's was burgled in '93."
White left the room, breathing heavily. "Excuse me one moment," said the doctor in a low voice. "I have a few words to say to White." "Please don't make a fuss," said Oliva, "I would rather the matter dropped where it is." He nodded, and strode out after the managing director of Punsonby's. They made a little group of four. "Can I see you in my flat for a moment, Mr. White?" "Certainly," said Mr.
She laughed. "I am really not offended. I am rather distressed, if anything," she said, knitting her brows. "You see, Doctor van Heerden has always been most kind to me." Beale nodded. "He got you your rooms at the flats," he replied quietly; "he was also ready to give you employment the moment you were providentially discharged from Punsonby's.
He has already borrowed £40,000 from White, of Punsonby's." Superintendent McNorton whistled. "There are other ways," Beale went on, "and he is at liberty to try them all except one. The day he secures control of that fortune, that day I shoot him." "The deuce you will?" said the startled Mr. McNorton. "The deuce I will," repeated Beale. There was a tap at the door and McNorton rose.
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