CHAPTER 10AS DAN MCGRATH closed Pegott’s door and stood by, waiting until Miss Myrtle Grimstead appeared, he became aware of the mouse-grey figure of Mr. Evan Pinkerton two steps down the stairway, his brown bowler in his hands, pausing there, looking at him across the stair rail. He seemed very unhappy in a dejected sort of way, as if Dan had let him down, or at least definitely not lived up to what he had clearly expected of him. As he blinked his watery grey eyes past him to the door of the valet’s room, Dan thought that might be it. Mr. Pinkerton did not expect him to be on such visiting terms.
“We—thought we heard you come up,” Mr. Pinkerton said, adjusting his spectacles. It was more in sorrow than in anger, as Dan recognized from his own home life in Baltimore, Maryland.”
“Pegott
