“Mind,” Peter Ruff whispered, “I consider that accounts are squared between me and ‘Double-Four’ now. Let them know that. This sort of thing isn’t in my line.”
“For an amateur,” Antoine said, bowing low, “Monsieur commands my heartfelt congratulations!”
CHAPTER VIII. Mrs. BOGNOR’S STAR BOARDER
In these days, the duties of Miss Brown as Peter Ruff’s secretary had become multifarious. Together with the transcribing of a vast number of notes concerning cases, some of which he undertook and some of which he refused, she had also to keep his cash book, a note of his investments and a record of his social engagements. Notwithstanding all these demands upon her time, however, there were occasions when she found herself, of necessity, idle. In one of these she broached the subject which had often been in her mind. They were alone, and not expecting callers. Consequently, she sat upon the hearthrug and addressed her employer by his Christian name.
“Peter,” she said softly, “do you remember the night when you came through the fog and burst into my little flat?”
“Quite well,” he answered, “but it is a subject to which I prefer that you do not allude.”
“I will be careful,” she answered. “I only spoke of it for this reason. Before you left, when we were sitting together, you sketched out the career which you proposed for yourself. In many respects, I suppose, you have been highly successful, but I wonder if it has ever occurred to you that your work has not proceeded upon the lines which you first indicated?”
He nodded.
“I think I know what you mean,” he said. “Go on.”