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Updated: August 11, 2024
"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.
I suppose I seemed surprised at his knowing his way about those parts, for he laughed at me and said: 'I was born and brought up down here, Bruce, in a little greengrocer's shop just off the Latimer Road. I said nothing because I didn't want to interrupt his train of thought. He had never talked to me or Jeekes or any of us like that before.
"I don't know at all," said Mary, smoothing back a lock of hair from her temple; "I daresay Mr. Jeekes had a look round, as he had a meeting with Mr. Parrish's lawyer in town this afternoon!" She had lost all trace of her fright and was now quite calm and collected. "Do you know for certain whether Mr. Jeekes was in here?" asked Bruce. "Oh, yes.
When not on duty, either at St. James's Square, Harkings, or Hartley Parrish's palatial offices in Broad Street, he was to be found at one of those immense and gloomy clubs of indiscriminate membership which are dotted about the parish of St. James's, S.W., and to which Mr. Jeekes was in the habit of referring in Early-Victorian accents of respect.
Parrish's life which an enemy might have made use of to drive him to his death?" Her manner was so intense that Mr. Jeekes quite lost his self-composure. He clutched at his pince-nez and readjusted them upon his nose to cover his embarrassment. The secretary was not used to gazing at beautiful women whose expressive features showed as clearly as this the play of the emotions.
He blinked his eyes, looked this way and that, and finally, with a sort of blind gesture, readjusted his pince-nez and glared at the intruder. Then, without a word, he got into the car. But Robin, with a firm hand, stayed the door which Jeekes would have closed behind him.
"But there was some unpleasantness some months ago ... er ... a county court action, to be precise, about some bills she owed. Mr. Parrish was very angry about it and settled to prevent it coming into court. But there was some talk about it ... in legal circles ..." He threw a rather scared glance at the girl. "Please explain yourself, Mr. Jeekes," she said coldly. "I don't understand ..."
Jeekes, rubbing the palms of his hands together, "he did a great deal for me. Took me out of a City office where I was getting two pound five a week. That's what he did. It was a shipping firm. I tell you this because it has a bearing, Miss Trevert, on what is to follow. Why did he pick me? I'll tell you.
"Too laite!" he cried, shaking his head; "have I not tell you?" Suspended by a strip of coloured stuff, the body of Mr. Jeekes dangled from the cross-beam of the door.
"I don't see you have any reason to try and impugn Greve's motive for wishing to get at the bottom of this mysterious affair ..." Mr. Jeekes affected to be engrossed in the manicuring of his nails. Very intently he rubbed the nails of one hand against the palm of the other.
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