“Ingenious creature!” Dr. Oberzohn’s admiration was almost reverential.
“Take her out to lunch . . . after lunch, the message. At four o’clock, Joan or one of the girls. A select dinner. To-morrow the office . . . gently, gently. Bull-rush these schemes and your plans die the death of a dog.”
He glanced at the door once more.
“She won’t come out, I suppose?” he suggested. “Deuced awkward if she came out and saw Miss Newton’s brother!”
“I have locked the door,” said Dr. Oberzohn proudly.
Captain Newton’s attitude changed: his face went red with sudden fury.
“Then you’re a—you’re a fool! Unlock the door when I’ve gone—and keep it unlocked! Want to frighten her?”
“It was my idea to risk nothing,” pleaded the long-faced Swede.
“Do as I tell you.”
Captain Newton brushed his speckless coat with the tips of his fingers. He pulled on his gloves, fitted his hat with the aid of a small pocket-mirror he took from his inside pocket, took up his clouded cane and strolled from the room.