“Yes,” replied his employer, in a hoarse, changed voice. “He knows everything.”
“Things that would be detrimental to you?” asked his private secretary slowly.
“He is unscrupulous, and would prove certain things that—well, I—I admit to you in strictest confidence, Rolfe, that it would be impossible for me to face.”
Charlie stared at him in utter amazement.
“Then you have satisfied yourself that what I told you is correct?”
“I disbelieved you when you told me. But I no longer doubt.”
“Why?”
“Because I have seen him to-day—seen him with my own eyes. He was standing outside, there against the railings, watching the house.”
“And did he see you?”
“He saw and recognised me.”