“So as to throw your creditors off the scent.”
“And you, acting as my agent, have read them.”
“In your interest, dear boy.”
“Curse you! I don’t care what happens now. All is at an end between us, you miserable—”
“Go it, old fellow, if it does you good; but I didn’t open the letters.”
“Then who did?”
“Denise.”
Glyddyr’s jaw dropped.
“Now, then, you volcanic eruption of a man; who’s your friend, eh? I went down to the office yesterday morning. ‘Lady waiting in your room, sir,’ says my clerk. ‘Who is it?’ says I. ‘Wouldn’t give her name,’ says my clerk. ‘Wants money then,’ says I to myself; and goes up, and there was Madame Denise just finishing reading number three.”
“Good heavens!” muttered Glyddyr, blankly.