fool. Ask your solicitors, they will soon tell you. Your conduct has been notorious, the talk of London."
"Ruth has been kicking up a row about Mirelle, I suppose. Very foolish of her. I don’t interfere with her friends."
"What do you mean?" said Van Aldin sharply.
Derek Kettering laughed.
"I see you don’t know everything, sir," he said. "You are, perhaps naturally, prejudiced."
He took up his hat and stick and moved towards the door.
"Giving advice is not much in my line." He delivered his final thrust. "But, in this case, I should advise most strongly perfect frankness between father and daughter."
He passed quickly out of the room and shut the door behind him just as the millionaire sprang up.
"Now, what the hell did he mean by that?" said Van Aldin as he sank back into his chair again.
All his uneasiness returned in full force. There was something here that he had not yet got to the bottom of. The telephone was by his elbow; he seized it, and asked for the number of his daughter’s house.
"Hallo! Hallo! Is that Mayfair 81907? Mrs. Kettering in? Oh, she’s out, is she? Yes, out to lunch. What time will she be in? You don’t know? Oh, very good; no, there's no message."
He slammed the receiver down again angrily. At two o’clock he was pacing the floor of his room waiting expectantly for Goby. The latter was ushered in at ten minutes past two.
