"Right," he said, "I think I'd like to go along."
"I have a good deal to do here still," observed Mr. Marigold,
"so, if you don't mind, I won't accompany you. But perhaps, sir,
you would like to see me this afternoon?"
The Chief swung round on his heel and fairly searched Mr.
Marigold with a glance from beneath his bushy eyebrows. The
detective returned his gaze with an expression of supreme
innocence.
"Why, Marigold," answered the Chief, "I believe I should. Six
o'clock suit you?"
"Certainly, sir," said Mr. Marigold.
Desmond stood by the door, vastly amused by this duel of wits.
The Chief and Mr. Marigold made a move towards the door, Desmond
turned to open it and came face to face with a large framed
photograph of the Chief hanging on the wall of Miss Mackwayte's
bedroom.
"Why, Chief," he cried, "you never told me you knew Miss
Mackwayte!"
The Chief professed to be very taken aback by this question.
"Dear me, didn't I, Okewood?" he answered with eyes laughing,
"she's my secretary!"
CHAPTER VI. "NAME 0'BARNEY"
"Miss Mackwayte telephoned to ask if I could go and see, her,"
said the Chief to Desmond as they motored back to White hall,
Marigold gave me the message just as we were coming out. She
asked if I could come this afternoon.
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