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impressed.
    "Mayfair," said Mrs. Cork, well satisfied. "That sounds all right."
    "He's as smart as a whip. One of the best men in the business."
    "Then I will put the matter in his hands. You have the name and address, Miss Benedick? Sheringham Adair, Halsey Court, Mayfair."
    "But really---"
    "Please don't stand there, saying 'Really.' Go at once. If you start immediately in the two-seater, you will be able to reach him before he leaves his office. If possible, bring him back with you. I shall not feel easy in my mind till the man is in the house."
    "Nor I," said Mr. Trumper.
    "Me neither," said Mrs. Molloy.
    Anne Benedick gave an imperceptible shrug of her trim shoulders, but she knew better than to argue. Those who had the privilege of serving Clarissa Cork soon learned to acquire the Light Brigade outlook. What though the secretary-companion knew someone had blundered, hers not to reason why. What she had to do was go to the garage, get out the two-seater and make the seventy-minute trip to London.
    Nevertheless, though outwardly acquiescent, it was not to the garage that she proceeded on leaving the room, but to the butler's pantry. She found its occupant seated at the table, playing chess with himself. From the contented expression on his face, he appeared to be winning.
    He looked up, as Anne entered.
    "Hullo, my dear. Come for a little chat, hey?"
    There was a motherly severity in Anne's manner.
    "No, I haven't," she said. "If you wish to know, my angel, I'm off to London, to engage a detective. Did you hear that? A detective. He's coming to stay at the house, and his task will be to watch your every movement with his magnifying glass."
    "Lord-love-a-duck! Yer don't mean that?"
    "Yes, I do," said Anne. "Your conduct has aroused the liveliest suspicion. You've certainly made a nice mess of things, Uncle George."
     
     
     

 
    CHAPTER IV
     
    At about the time when Anne Benedick, at the wheel of Mrs. Cork's two-seater, was passing through the outer fringe of the suburbs on her way to Halsey Buildings, Jeff Miller stood leaning out of his third-floor window in Halsey Chambers, his eyes fixed on the entrance of the court. His air was one of anxiety and apprehension. He looked like Mr. Trumper just before his interview with Mrs. Cork.
    Nor would anyone who had been placed in possession of the facts have been surprised at his trepidation. Earlier in the day, he had received a telegram from Myrtle Shoe-smith, announcing that she would be with him in the course of the afternoon. And if Myrtle had cut short her visit to her friends in the country and was rushing back to see him in this impetuous fashion, it could mean but one thing. She had been reading about the case of Pennefather v. Tarvin.
    Full reports of this had appeared that morning in all the brighter London journals, in some cases on the front page. And if this should seem strange, seeing what a minor case it was, it may be mentioned that what had caused light-hearted reporters to describe the proceedings at considerable length had been the football celebrity of plaintiff's counsel and his entertaining methods of cross-examination.
    Jeff would not have done it for pleasure, but he could, if called upon, have recited those newspaper reports verbatim. They were graven on his mind. An excerpt from one flashed before him now, in letters of flame.
    C OUNSEL :  Is it not a fact, Green---
    J UDGE :     Mr. Green, if you please, Mr. Miller.
    C OUNSEL :  Oh, sorry.
    J UDGE :     Not at all, Mr. Miller. Pray continue.
    C OUNSEL : Right ho.   Thanks.   Is it not a fact, Mr. Green ... Look at me, if you please, and not at the jury
    J UDGE :     Witness is looking at you, Mr. Miller.
    C OUNSEL : Oh, is he? Right ho. Is it not a fact, Mr.
    Green, that at school you were known as Stinker, and that we were given a half-holiday the day the news came out that you had had a bath?
    W ITNESS : Your worship!
    J UDGE :   It is more customary to address me as "My lord,"