"Miss Trevert," he said, "I beg you will not press me on that score...."
"Why?" asked the girl bluntly.
"Because ... because"--Mr. Jeekes stumbled sadly over his words--"because, dear me, there are some things which really I couldn"t possibly discuss ... if you"ll excuse me...."
"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 a.s.sure you. I never supposed for a moment that I was the first woman in Mr. Parrish"s life...."
This candour seemed to administer a knock-out blow to the little secretary"s Victorian mind. He was speechless. He took off his _pince-nez_, blindly polished them with his pocket-handkerchief and replaced them upon his nose. His fingers trembled violently.
"I have no wish to appear vulgarly curious," the girl went on,--Mr.
Jeekes made a quick gesture of dissent,--"but I am anxious to know whether Mr. Parrish was being blackmailed ... or anything like that...."
"Oh, no, Miss Trevert, I do a.s.sure you," the little man expostulated in hasty denial, "nothing like that, I am convinced. At least, that is to say ..."
He rose to his feet, clutching the little _attache_ case which he invariably carried with him as a kind of emblem of office.
"And now, if you"ll excuse me, Miss Trevert," he muttered, "I should really be going. I am due at Mr. Bardy"s office at five o"clock. He is coming up from the country specially to meet me. There is so much to discuss with regard to this terrible affair."
He glanced at his watch.
"With the roads as greasy as they are," he added, "it will take me all my time in the car to ..."
He cast a panic-stricken glance around him. But Mary Trevert held him fast.
"You didn"t finish what you were saying about Mr. Parrish, Mr. Jeekes,"
she said impa.s.sively. The secretary made no sign. But he looked a trifle sullen.
"I don"t think you realize, Mr. Jeekes," she said, "that other people besides myself are keenly interested in the motives for Mr. Parrish"s suicide. The police profess to be willing to accept the testimony of the specialists as satisfactory medical evidence about his state of mind.
But I distrust that man, Manderton. He is not satisfied, Mr. Jeekes. He won"t rest until he knows the truth."
The secretary cast her a frightened glance.
"But Mr. Manderton told me himself, Miss Trevert," he affirmed, "that the verdict would be, "Suicide while temporarily insane," on Sir Winterton Maire"s evidence alone ..."
Mary Trevert tapped the ground impatiently with her foot.
"Manderton will get at the truth, I tell you," she said. "He"s that kind of man. Do you want me to find out from them? At the inquest, perhaps?"
The secretary put his _attache_ case down on the lounge again.
"Of course, that would be most improper, Miss Trevert," he said. "But your question embarra.s.ses me. It embarra.s.ses me very much ..."
"What are you keeping back from me, Mr. Jeekes?" the girl demanded imperiously.
The secretary mopped his forehead with his handkerchief. Then, as though with an effort, he spoke.
"There is a lady, a French lady, who draws an income from Mr. Parrish ..."
The girl remained impa.s.sive, but her eyes grew rather hard.
"These payments are still going on?" she asked.
Jeekes hesitated. Then he nodded,
"Yes," he said.
"Well? Was she blackmailing ... him?"
"No, no," Mr. Jeekes averred hastily. "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 ..."
"Her lawyer was Le Hagen--it"s a shady firm with a big criminal practice. They sometimes brief Mr. Greve ..."
Mary Trevert clasped and unclasped her hands quickly.
"I quite understand, Mr. Jeekes," she said. "You needn"t say any more ..."
She turned away in a manner that implied dismissal. It was as though she had forgotten the secretary"s existence. He picked up his _attache_ case and walked slowly to the door.
A sharp exclamation broke from his lips.
"Miss Trevert," he cried, "the door ... I shut it a little while back ... look, it"s ajar!"
The girl who stood at the fire switched on the electric light by the mantelpiece.
"Is ... is ... the door defective? Doesn"t it shut properly?"
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.
CHAPTER XIV
A SHEET OF BLUE PAPER
The sight of that crumpled ball of slatey-blue paper brought back to Robin"s mind with astonishing vividness every detail of the scene in the library. Once more he looked into Hartley Parrish"s staring, unseeing eyes, saw the firelight gleam again on the heavy gold signet ring on the dead man"s hand, the tag of the dead man"s bootlace as it trailed from one sprawling foot across the carpet. Once more he felt the dark cloud of the mystery envelop him as a mist and with a little sigh he smoothed out the crumpled paper.
It was an ordinary quarto sheet of stoutish paper, with a glazed surface, of an unusual shade of blue, darker than what the stationers call "azure," yet lighter than legal blue. At the top right-hand corner was typewritten a date: "Nov. 25." Otherwise the sheet was blank.