you would care to discuss same, I could call upon you at any time convenient to yourself.
Yours respectfully,
Jake Levittâ
Danahan looked slightly bewildered.
âI donât quite get it. Who is this Nancy Taylor?â
âA girl who would be better dead, Danny.â There wasbitterness in her voice and a weariness that revealed her thirty-four years. âA girl who was dead until this carrion crow brought her to life again.â
âOh! Thenâ¦â
âMe, Danny. Just me.â
âThis means blackmail, of course?â
She nodded. âOf course, and by a man who knows the art thoroughly.â
Danahan frowned, considering the matter. Olga, her cheek pillowed on a long, slender hand, watched him with unfathomable eyes.
âWhat about bluff? Deny everything. He canât be sure that he hasnât been misled by a chance resemblance.â
Olga shook her head.
âLevitt makes his living by blackmailing women. Heâs sure enough.â
âThe police?â hinted Danahan doubtfully.
Her faint, derisive smile was answer enough. Beneath her self-control, though he did not guess it, was the impatience of the keen brain watching a slower brain laboriously cover the ground it had already traversed in a flash.
âYou donâtâerâthink it might be wise for you toâerâsay something yourself to Sir Richard? That would partly spike his guns.â
The actressâs engagement to Sir Richard Everard, MP, had been announced a few weeks previously.
âI told Richard everything when he asked me to marry him.â
âMy word, that was clever of you!â said Danahan admiringly.
Olga smiled a little.
âIt wasnât cleverness, Danny dear. You wouldnât understand. All the same, if this man Levitt does what he threatens, my number is up, and incidentally Richardâs Parliamentary career goes smash, too. No, as far as I can see, there are only two things to do.â
âWell?â
âTo payâand that of course is endless! Or to disappear, start again.â
The weariness was again very apparent in her voice.
âIt isnât even as though Iâd done anything I regretted. I was a half-starved little gutter waif, Danny, striving to keep straight. I shot a man, a beast of a man who deserved to be shot. The circumstances under which I killed him were such that no jury on earth would have convicted me. I know that now, but at the time I was only a frightened kidâandâI ran.â
Danahan nodded.
âI suppose,â he said doubtfully, âthereâs nothing against this man Levitt we could get hold of?â
Olga shook her head.
âVery unlikely. Heâs too much of a coward to go in for evil-doing.â The sound of her own words seemedto strike her. âA coward! I wonder if we couldnât work on that in some way.â
âIf Sir Richard were to see him and frighten him,â suggested Danahan.
âRichard is too fine an instrument. You canât handle that sort of man with gloves on.â
âWell, let me see him.â
âForgive me, Danny, but I donât think youâre subtle enough. Something between gloves and bare fists is needed. Let us say mittens! That means a woman! Yes, I rather fancy a woman might do the trick. A woman with a certain amount of finesse , but who knows the baser side of life from bitter experience. Olga Stormer, for instance! Donât talk to me, Iâve got a plan coming.â
She leant forward, burying her face in her hands. She lifted it suddenly.
âWhatâs the name of that girl who wants to understudy me? Margaret Ryan, isnât it? The girl with the hair like mine?â
âHer hairâs all right,â admitted Danahan grudgingly, his eyes resting on the bronze-gold coil surrounding Olgaâs head. âItâs just like yours, as you say. But sheâs no good any other way. I was going to sack her next
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