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he said. ‘I am referring of course to Princetown, where I spent a couple of nights.’
    Aileen was waiting to hear the reason for the call; even though her distress and foreboding she was curious to learn what whim had brought this super-magnate to the home of a convict.
    He looked slowly from her to the men and again Jim interpreted his wishes; he glanced at Elk and walked with him into the lumber room.
    ‘It occurred to me,’ said Mr Harlow, ‘that I might be in a position to afford you some little help. My name may not be wholly unknown to you; I am Mr Stratford Harlow.’
    She nodded.
    ‘I knew that,’ she said.
    ‘They told you at the Duchy, did they?’ It seemed that he was relieved that she had identified him.
    ‘Mine is rather a delicate errand, but it struck me - I have found myself thinking about you many times since we met - that possibly…I might be able to find a good position for you. Your situation, if you will forgive my saying as much, is a little tragic. Association with - er - criminals or people with criminal records has a drugging effect even upon the finest nature.’
    She smiled. ‘In other words, Mr Harlow,’ she said quietly, ‘you’re under the impression I’m rather badly off and that you would like to make life easier for me?’
    He beamed at this. ‘Exactly,’ he said.
    ‘It is very kind of you - most kind,’ she said, and meant it. ‘But I have a very good job in a lawyer’s office.’ He inclined his head graciously. ‘Mr Stebbings has been very good to me - ’
    ‘Mr –-?’ His head jerked on one side. ‘Stebbings - of Stebbings, Field & Farrow - surely not! They were my lawyers until a few years ago.’
    She knew this also.
    ‘Quite good people, though a little old-fashioned,’ he said. ‘Then of course you have heard Mr Stebbings speak of me?’
    ‘Only once,’ she confessed. ‘He is a very reticent man and never talks about his clients.’
    Harlow bit his lip in thought. ‘An excellent fellow! I have often wondered whether I was wrong in taking my affairs from him. I wish you would mention that to him when you see him. I understood you were working in the office of the New Library Syndicate?’
    She smiled at this. ‘It’s curious you should say that; their offices are in Lincoln’s Inn Fields, but next door.’
    ‘Ah!’ he said. ‘I see how the mistake arose,’ and added quickly: ‘A friend of mine who knows you saw you going into - er - an office; and obviously made a mistake.’
    He did not tell her who was their mutual friend, and she was not sufficiently interested to inquire.
    This time the knock at the door was more pronounced.
    ‘Will you excuse me?’ she said. ‘That is my cleaner, and she is rather inclined to tell me her troubles. I may keep you waiting a little while.’
    She left him and he heard the sounds of a door opening, as Jim Carlton and Elk came back into the dining-room.
    ‘A very charming young lady that,’ said Mr Harlow.
    ‘Very,’ said Jim shortly.
    ‘Women do not interest me greatly’ - the Splendid Harlow picked a tiny thread of cotton from his immaculate coat and dropped it on the floor. ‘They think along lines which I find it difficult to follow. They are emotional, too - swayed by momentary fears and scruples…’
    The sound of voices in the passage, one high-pitched and complaining:
    ‘…what with the fog and everything, miss, it’s lucky I’m here at all…’
    A shabby figure passed the open door, followed by Aileen.
    ‘I suppose you don’t know Ingle, Mr Harlow?’ Jim was examining the photograph on the mantelpiece. ‘A long-firm swindler; clever, but with a kink even in his kinkiness! Believes in revolution and all that sort of thing…blood and guillotines and tumbrils; the whole box of tricks - ’
    Something made him look round.
    Mr Stratford Harlow was standing in the centre of the room, gripping the edge of a small table to keep him upright.
    His face was white and haggard and drawn; and in