“Why, Chief,” he cried, “you never told me you knew Miss Mackwayte!”
The Chief professed to be very taken aback by this question. “Dear me, didn’t I, Okewood?” he answered with eyes laughing, “she’s my secretary!”
CHAPTER VI.
“NAME O’BARNEY”
“Miss Mackwayte telephoned to ask if I could go and see her,” said the Chief to Desmond as they motored back to White hall, “Marigold gave me the message just as we were coming out. She asked if I could come this afternoon. I’m going to send you in my place, Okewood. I’ve got a conference with the head of the French Intelligence at three, and the Lord knows when I shall get away. I’ve a notion that you and Miss Mackwayte will work very well together.”
“Certainly,” said Desmond, “she struck me as being a very charming and clever girl. Now I know the source of your information about my movements last night!”
“That you certainly don’t!” answered the Chief promptly, “if I thought you did Duff and No.39 should be sacked on the spot!”
“Then it wasn’t Miss Mackwayte who told you?”
“I haven’t seen or heard from Miss Mackwayte since she left my office yesterday evening. You were followed!”
“But why?”
“I’ll tell you all about it at, lunch!”