She was sitting at the piano
There followed a description of the wanted man. Jack turned to another part of the paper, and dismissed the paragraph from his mind.
His partner, however, was to bring the matter up at lunch. Norwood Asylum was near Dulwich, and Mr. Rennett was pardonably concerned.
“The womenfolk at my house are scared to death,” he said at lunch. “They won’t go out at night, and they keep all the doors locked. How did your interview with the commissioner go on?”
“We parted the worst of friends,” said Jack, “and, Rennett, the next man who talks to me about Jean Briggerland’s beautiful face is going to be killed dead through it, even though I have to take a leaf from her book and employ the grisly Jaggs to do it.”
Chapter 14
That night the “grisly Jaggs” was later than usual. Lydia heard him shuffling along the passage, and presently the door of his room closed with a click. She was sitting at the piano, and had stopped playing at the sound of his knock, and when Mrs. Morgan came in to announce his arrival, she closed the piano and swung round on the music stool, a look of determination on her delicate face.
“He’s come, miss.”
“And for the last time,” said Lydia ominously. “Mrs. Morgan, I can’t stand that weird old gentleman any longer. He has got on my nerves so that I could scream when I think of him.”
“He’s not a bad old gentleman,” excused Mrs. Morgan.
“I’m not so worried about his moral character, and I dare say that it is perfectly blameless,” said Lydia determinedly, “but I have written a note to Mr. Glover to tell him that I really must dispense with his services.”
“What’s he here for, miss?” asked Mrs. Morgan.
Her curiosity had been aroused, but this was the first time she had given it expression.
“He’s here because—-” Lydia hesitated, “well, because Mr. Glover thinks I ought to have a man in the house to look after me.”
“Why, miss?” asked the startled woman.
“You’d better ask Mr. Glover that question,” said Lydia grimly.
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