XVII - Zizi’s Hunch
“HE’S afraid,” and Norah wagged her head sagaciously, while her gray eyes had an apprehensive expression.
“Afraid of what?”
“Afraid of the truth. You see, Mr. Brice, our friend Rivers is nobody’s fool. He’s onto most points regarding this case, and now, he’s getting onto himself. That astute little scrap of humanity, Zizi, knows he is. Of course, living with Miss Raynor, as she does, she has opportunities every day to see Mr. Rivers, for he’s eternally hanging around the Raynor house. Oh, I don’t mean he’s an idler; not by a long shot. On the contrary, his middle name is efficiency! He puts over a lot of work in a day.”
“What sort of work and how do you know so much about him?”
We were in my office, waiting for Rivers, who had promised to come to see me, and to loo
