“Yes. Surely we are the masters. And capital must live!” was the other’s hard reply. “But where is Sainsbury going?” Rodwell inquired quickly. “What does he intend doing?”
“I have no idea,” the manager said. “He behaved most mysteriously when I told him that his services were no longer required.”
“Mysteriously!” exclaimed Rodwell, starting and looking straight across at his companion. “How?”
“Well, he expressed undisguised pleasure at leaving us—that’s all.”
“What did he say?” asked Lewin Rodwell, in an instant deeply interested. “Tell me exactly what transpired. I have a reason—a very strong reason—for ascertaining. Tell me,” he urged, with an eagerness which was quite unusual to him. “Tell me the whole facts.”
Chapter Seven.
The Spider’s Web.
Three weeks went past—dark, breathless weeks in England’s history.