19: Four Letters
"EVE MADELEINE," Gees told himself "Punctual to the minute over her lunch, the darling."
He gave the girl time to install herself in her own room, then went out from his office, opened her door, and stood in the doorway. She gazed up at him over her typewriter.
"Afternoon, Miss Brandon," he said. "Anything doing?"
"A few inquiries I have not yet acknowledged, Mr. Green," she answered coldly. "I rang through to the number you gave me the day before yesterday, and was told by Mr. Tyrrell that you had left and he could give me no more information. So I held everything over until I could hear from you."
"Quite so." Advancing into the room, he seated himself on the corner of her desk. "I stepped aside into Shropshire—or rather, the car did—to tickle the aurochs under their
