CHAPTER 24INSPECTOR BULL had gone. Dan could see him through the window, his burly figure moving through the ragged overgrown rhododendrons across to the house where the staircase curved gracefully up to the sky.
“Well, I think Mr. Pinkerton and I’ll go along,” he said.
He lifted Mary Winship’s chin and kissed her gently.
“Get well quick, will you, honey? I’m tired of always having an audience around. It ruins my technique.”
Mary smiled up at him. “I think it’s quite—okay.”
“Speak your own language, lady. You speak yours and I’ll speak mine. Good-bye now. I’ll be back.”
A sort of dumb compassion wrinkled his lean earnest face as he looked down at her. “Don’t think about it, Mary, sweet,” he whispered. “Don’t let it get you down, baby. It’s—”
She buried her dark head quickly in his s
