“I suppose Jeekes is coming back here to-night?”
No, she told him. Mr. Jeekes did not expect to return to Harkings until the inquest on Tuesday.
Bruce Wright picked up his hat.
“I must apologize again, Miss Trevert,” he said, “for making such an unconventional entrance and giving you such a fright. But I felt I could not rest until I had investigated matters for myself. I would have presented myself in the ordinary way, but, as I told you, Bude told me the police had locked up the room and taken away the key ...”
Mary Trevert smiled forgivingly.
“So they did,” she said. “But Jay—Mr. Parrish’s man, you know—had another key. He brought it to me.”
She looked at Bruce with a whimsical little smile.
“You must have been very uncomfortable behind those curtains,” she said. “I believe you were just as frightened as I was.”
She walked round the desk to the window.
“It was a good hiding-place,” she remarked, “but not much good as an observation post. Why! you could see nothing of the room. The curtains are much too thick!”