CHAPTER 15HE WAS still disturbed, and still unable to rid himself of the persistent feeling of dismay, when he put Mary on her bus in Oxford Street.
“I promised Copey I’d come and help him this afternoon,” she said. “He’s got to make a speech and his secretary’s got a cold. Poor old Copey. I’m beginning really to feel sorry for him. I used to resent him frightfully. I didn’t know till last night he was my father’s surgeon. His first private patient after he got out of the army. That’s how he met my mother. It’s hard to imagine any man being that faithful for that many years, isn’t it?”
She smiled for the first time that afternoon. “It’s hard to think of Copey as a romantic heart at all, isn’t it?”
Mr. Pinkerton nodded. Considering what Mr. Sidney Copeland had said to McGrath, he must ne
