"If you please," said Calvert, amused by the detective's anger.
"I would rather do it alone."
Tracey lifted his shoulders.
"I'll take a hand at patience in another room," said he, sauntering to the door. "Call me when the pow-pow's over, Calvert," and he went out singing, with Jasher looking after him distrustfully.
"Well, Jasher, what is it?" asked Calvert, sitting down again.
The detective took a seat, and looked sadly at his employer. The two could hear Tracey singing in the back garden, so they talked in their ordinary tones. Shortly the singing stopped, but then Jasher was too much engrossed to think Tracey might be listening. However, he set the door of the room ajar so that the American's ear should not be at the keyhole. Having taken this precaution, he sat down, and as above stated looked sadly at his employer.
"Why don't you trust me, sir?" he asked reproachfully.
"In what way?" asked Calvert, turning cold.
"Well, sir, you mayn't know it, but Professor Bocaros grudges you this fortune, and wants to get up a case against you."
"I fancy he'll find that difficult. Has he been troubling you?"