With an effort, Carina gripped hold of herself.
“Tell me,” she said, “ – tell me something I want to know.”
“Ask away,” the manservant smiled. “I’m pretty good with the answers. Sir Percy trusts me. ‘I’ll leave it to you, Jenkins,’ he says, ‘you’ll see to it.’ And then it’s left in my hands to get things a-rollin’.”
“What I want to know,” Carina said, “is did – Sir Percy win – another house recently – a house in London – number 89 Park Street?”
Jenkins leant against the table and scratched his head.
“Now, let me see,” he said. “There was one in Portman Square, a shop in Wardour Street, a house in Hamilton Terrace. Yes, now that you come to mention it, there was one in Park Street. 89, you say? I remember it. A big drawin’ room with white panellin’, is that right?”
“Yes, that’s right,
