“What do you mean by this?” he demanded. “Don’t you know that I allow no one in here when I am telephoning on the private wire?”
Gerald closed the door behind him and summoned up all his courage.
“It is because I have heard what you were saying over the telephone that I am here,” he declared. “I want to know to whom you were sending that message which you have intercepted outside.”
CHAPTER XXII
Mr. Fentolin sat for a moment in his chair with immovable face. Then he pointed to the door, which Gerald had left open behind him.
“Close that door, Gerald.”
The boy obeyed. Mr. Fentolin waited until he had turned around again.
“Come and stand over here by the side of the table,” he directed.
Gerald came without hesitation. He stood before his uncle with folded arms. There was something else besides sullenness in his face this morning, something which Mr. Fentolin was quick to recognise.