“Yes. I try to be cordial to him, but for some reason which I can’t explain I dislike him more than either of the others. I don’t know why he comes so often, for he says very little, only sits and stares at that chair––the chair in which my father died––until I feel that I should like to scream. It seems to exert the same strange, uncanny influence over him as it does over me––that chair. More than once, when he has 214 been announced, I have entered to find him standing close beside it, looking down at it as if my father were seated there once more and he was talking to him, I don’t in the least know why, but the thought seems to prey on my mind––perhaps because the chair fascinates me, too, in a queer way that is half repulsion.”
“You are morbid, Miss Lawton––you must not allow such fancies to grow, or they will soon take possession of you, in your weakened state, and become an obsession. Tell me, have you heard anything from the club girls we established in your guardian’s offices?”
“Oh, yes! I had forgotten completely in my excitement and joy over your news of Ramon, vague though it is, that there was something important which I wanted to tell you. Since Margaret Hefferman’s dismissal, all my girls have been sent away from the positions I obtained for them––all except Fifine Déchaussée.”
“And she resigned not an hour ago,” remarked the detective rather grimly, supplementing the fact, with as many details as he thought necessary.
Anita listened in silence until he had finished.
“Poor girl! Poor Fifine! What a pity that she should fancy herself in love with such a man as you describe this Paddington to be! She must be persuaded to remain in the club, of course; we cannot allow her to leave us now. I feel responsible for her, and especially so since it was indirectly because of me, or while she was in my service, at any rate, that she met this man. If she is all that you say, she could never be happy if she married him.”
“There’s small chance of that. He has a wife already. She left him years ago, and runs a boarding-house somewhere on Hill Street, I believe,” Blaine replied. 215 “I don’t fancy he’ll add bigamy to the rest of his nefarious acts. But tell me of the other girls. They did not report to me.”
“Poor little Agnes Olson was dismissed yesterday. She is a spineless sort of creature, you know, without much self-assurance, or initiative, and I believe she had quite a scene with Mr. Carlis before she left. She was on the switchboard, if you remember, and as well as I was able to understand from her, he caught her listening in on his private connection. She reached the club in an hysterical condition, and I told them to put her to bed and care for her. I ought to be there myself now, at work, for I have lost my best helper, but I am too distraught over Ramon to think of anything else. My secretary––the girl you saw there at the club and asked me about, do you remember?––did not appear yesterday, but telephoned her resignation, saying she was leaving town. I cannot understand it, for I would have counted on her faithfulness before any of the rest, but so many things have happened lately which I can’t comprehend, so many mysteries and disappointments and anxieties, that I can scarcely think or feel any more. It seems as if I were really dead, as if my emotions were all used up. I can’t cry, even when I think of Ramon––I can only suffer.”
“I know. I can imagine what you must be trying to endure just now, Miss Lawton, but please believe that it will not last much longer. And don’t worry about your secretary; Emily Brunell will be with you again soon, I think.”
“Emily Brunell!” repeated Anita, in surprise. “You know, then?”