CHAPTER : 17“It’s Mr. Reeves I came to see.”
Caxson Reeves had started to rise, but hearing her and seeing her, and seeing Fish, he sat down, very abruptly for anyone so inured to the human race, including the Maloneys. Well, bless my soul. I knew that he. . . . I’d never dreamed that she. . . . Bless me. He picked up his glass, and put it down again. Then he got up, courteously, as she brushed past Fish Finlay, her cheeks still warm, avoiding his eyes.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, Mr. Reeves,” she said. “But I thought you’d listen to me. Mr. Finlay won’t. I came over last night to tell him, but he just sends me home. . . .”
“As indeed he should,” said Caxson Reeves. “But sit down, young lady. I’m more than happy to listen. What—”
She sat down on the edge of the sofa, conscious of the hood
