“Who do you suppose wrote that letter?” Allan asked impatiently.
“I haven’t any idea,” Duff assured him. “I’ll have to wait till I see his secretary.”
And he had not long to wait. The letter from Dunbar, which Allan had posted, must have reached her on the following morning, and at midday she telephoned to Duff’s office to ask for an appointment to see him. He gave her three o’clock that afternoon. “And keep everyone away from me,” he ordered his office manager, “phone calls and everything else, as long as she’s here. I’m a divorce lawyer, on the shady side of the practice, and I don’t have clients consulting me by phone or crowding in to see me at three o’clock in the afternoon. And tell the girl, out there, not to announce Miss Root. When she comes, let her walk right in.”
He cleared
