“So soon?” she said in dismay. “Why, it doesn’t end till——”
“You’ll be back here at midnight,” he said evenly. “Go into her room, clear up everything she may have left behind. You understand? Nothing is to be left.”
“But when she comes back she’ll——”
“She’ll not come back,” said Monty Newton, and the girl’s blood ran cold.
| Chapter VII | “Moral Suasion” |
“THERE’S a man wants to see you, governor.”
It was a quarter-past nine. The girls had been gone ten minutes, and Montague Newton had settled himself down to pass the hours of waiting before he had to dress. He put down the patience cards he was shuffling.
“A man to see me? Who is he, Fred?”
“I don’t know: I’ve never seen him before. Looks to me like a ‘busy.’ ”
A detective! Monty’s eyebrows rose, but not in trepidation. He had met many detectives in the course of his chequered career and had long since lost his awe of them.