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Chapter II - Mr. Whittington's Offer |
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_ TUPPENCE turned sharply, but the words hovering on the tip of her tongue remained unspoken, for the man's appearance and manner did not bear out her first and most natural assumption. She hesitated. As if he read her thoughts, the man said quickly: "I can assure you I mean no disrespect." Tuppence believed him. Although she disliked and distrusted him "Well, what is it?" she asked. The man smiled. "I happened to overhear part of your conversation with the young "Well--what of it?" "Nothing--except that I think I may be of some use to you." Another inference forced itself into Tuppence's mind: "You followed me here?" "I took that liberty." "And in what way do you think you could be of use to me?" The man took a card from his pocket and handed it to her with a Tuppence took it and scrutinized it carefully. It bore the "If you will call upon me to-morrow morning at eleven o'clock, I "At eleven o'clock?" said Tuppence doubtfully. "At eleven o'clock." Tuppence made up her mind. "Very well. I'll be there." "Thank you. Good evening." He raised his hat with a flourish, and walked away. Tuppence "The adventures have begun," she murmured to herself. "What does And with a short, sharp nod of her head she walked briskly Disdaining the spiky pen and thick, black treacle which a "It may catch him," she murmured. "Anyway, it's worth trying." After handing it over the counter she set out briskly for home, Later, in her tiny cubicle at the top of the house she munched It was a long time before Tuppence went to sleep that night, and, It wanted some five minutes to eleven when Tuppence reached the Slightly out of breath, she came to a halt outside the ground Tuppence knocked. In response to a voice from within, she turned A middle-aged clerk got down from a high stool at a desk near the "I have an appointment with Mr. Whittington," said Tuppence. "Will you come this way, please." He crossed to a partition door Mr. Whittington was seated behind a large desk covered with He looked up and nodded. "So you've turned up all right? That's good. Sit down, will Tuppence sat down on the chair facing him. She looked "Now, my dear young lady, let us come to business." His large Tuppence eyed him warily. "And the nature of the work?" she demanded. "Nominal--purely nominal. A pleasant trip, that is all." "Where to?" Mr. Whittington smiled again. "Paris." "Oh!" said Tuppence thoughtfully. To herself she said: "Of "Yes," continued Whittington. "What could be more delightful? To Tuppence interrupted him. "A pensionnat?" "Exactly. Madame Colombier's in the Avenue de Neuilly." Tuppence knew the name well. Nothing could have been more "You want me to go to Madame Colombier's? For how long?" "That depends. Possibly three months." "And that is all? There are no other conditions?" "None whatever. You would, of course, go in the character of my "Yes." "Yet you speak with a slight American accent?" "My great pal in hospital was a little American girl. I dare say "On the contrary, it might be simpler for you to pass as an "One moment, Mr. Whittington! You seem to be taking my consent Whittington looked surprised. "Surely you are not thinking of refusing? I can assure you that "Exactly," said Tuppence. "That's just it. The terms are almost "No?" said Whittington softly. "Well, I will tell you. I could Tuppence smiled a little. She felt that Whittington had scored. "There's another thing. So far there has been no mention of Mr. "Mr. Beresford?" "My partner," said Tuppence with dignity. "You saw us together "Ah, yes. But I'm afraid we shan't require his services." "Then it's off!" Tuppence rose. "It's both or neither. "Wait a minute. Let us see if something can't be managed. Sit Tuppence's conscience gave her a passing twinge as she remembered "Jane Finn," she said hastily; and then paused open-mouthed at All the geniality had faded out of Whittington's face. It was "So that's your little game, is it?" Tuppence, though utterly taken aback, nevertheless kept her head. Whittington went on: "Been playing with me, have you, all the time, like a cat and Tuppence shook her head. She was doubtful as to how long she "No," she replied with perfect truth. "Rita knows nothing about His eyes still bored into her like gimlets. "How much do you know?" he shot out. "Very little indeed," answered Tuppence, and was pleased to note "Anyway," snarled Whittington, "you knew enough to come in here "It might be my own name," Tuppence pointed out. "It's likely, isn't it, then there would be two girls with a name "Or I might just have hit upon it by chance," continued Tuppence, Mr. Whittington brought his fist down upon the desk with a bang. "Quit fooling! How much do you know? And how much do you want?" The last five words took Tuppence's fancy mightily, especially "My dear Mr. Whittington," she said, "let us by all means lay our "Yes--and perhaps it doesn't," snarled Whittington. "You insist on misjudging me," said Tuppence, and sighed gently. "As I said once before," said Whittington angrily, "quit fooling, Tuppence paused a moment to admire her own ingenuity, and then "I shouldn't like to contradict you, Mr. Whittington." "So we come to the usual question--how much?" Tuppence was in a dilemma. So far she had fooled Whittington "Suppose we say a little something down, and a fuller discussion Whittington gave her an ugly glance. "Blackmail, eh?" Tuppence smiled sweetly. "Oh no! Shall we say payment of services in advance?" Whittington grunted. "You see," explained Tuppence still sweetly, "I'm so very fond of "You're about the limit, that's what you are," growled "Life," moralized Tuppence, "is full of surprises." "All the same," continued Whittington, "some one's been talking. The clerk followed his discreet knock into the room, and laid a "Telephone message just come for you, sir." Whittington snatched it up and read it. A frown gathered on his "That'll do, Brown. You can go." The clerk withdrew, closing the door behind him. Whittington "Come to-morrow at the same time. I'm busy now. Here's fifty to He rapidly sorted out some notes, and pushed them across the The girl counted the notes in a businesslike manner, secured them "Good morning, Mr. Whittington," she said politely. "At least, au "Exactly. Au revoir!" Whittington looked almost genial again, a Tuppence sped lightly down the stairs. A wild elation possessed "Let's give Tommy a surprise!" murmured Tuppence, and hailed a The cab drew up outside the tube station. Tommy was just within "Pay the thing, will you, old bean? I've got nothing smaller |