lose my job,â Fanshawe said, and this time he didnât even pretend not to be begging.
âWhy is it such a secret?â Blackstone wondered.
âBecause Wall Street has confidence in Big Bill,â Fanshawe said, âand thereâd be a real panic if they thought he wasnât running the company any more.â
âEven though George and Harold have been running it successfully for some time?â
âYes. It might not make sense to folk like you and me â but thatâs the way they think on Wall Street.â
âWhat happens when heâs finished with the reports?â
âI take him his lunch, and he has his afternoon nap.â
âAnd then?â
âSometimes he does a little more work in the afternoon, and sometimes he just sits there. At nine oâclock, I take him his dinner, and then he goes to bed.â
âIâve known other prisoners like him,â Blackstone said reflectively. âMen who have lost everything that they enjoyed in life, and now pass their days in a sort of semi-trance. What an existence!â
âOh, you mustnât feel sorry for him,â Fanshawe said. âItâs the existence he has chosen for himself â and, most of the time, he seems perfectly content with it.â
And maybe that contentment came mainly from the fact that heâd cheated his enemies and was still alive, Blackstone thought â though after the previous evening, it was perfectly possible that his luck had finally run out.
âTell me about his visitors,â he said.
âThereâs Mr George, Mr Harold, the chambermaid and me â though I donât know if youâd count me and the chambermaid as visitors.â
âNobody else?â
âHavenât Mr George and Mr Harold already told you about this?â Fanshawe asked.
âYes, they have,â Blackstone said. âAnd now Iâm asking you.â
âHe has no other visitors,â Fanshawe said â and it was obvious that he was lying.
âTell me what happened last night,â Blackstone said.
âI took him his tray at nine oâclock, asked if there was anything else he wanted, then retired for the night.â
âWhat about the rest of the staff?â
âThey went to bed, too.â
âDoes this house always turn in so early?â
âNo. When Mr George and Mr Harold and their wives are here, thereâs often a great deal of socializing, and it can be well after midnight before we get to bed. But when theyâre away â as they were last night â I make it my business to see that the domestic staff has an opportunity to catch up on its sleep.â
âMeaning, you order the staff to bed.â
The butler grinned. âThatâs right. Who would ever have thought that an under-footman, who could never have aspired to be being a butler in the old world, would end up ordering twenty-odd people to go their beds in the new one?â
âYou heard nothing unusual in the night?â
âI heard nothing at all . And neither did any of my staff.â
âAre you certain about that?â Blackstone asked sceptically.
âOh yes, sir, I took it on myself to question each and every one of them this morning.â
Blackstone nodded. âYouâve been very helpful, Mr Fanshawe,â he said, âand I wonât detain you from your duties any longer.â
âThatâs very kind of you, sir,â the butler said. âAnd Iâm delighted to have obliged.â
As they turned and walked back to the steps that led up to the house, Blackstone said, âOh, by the way, Mr Fanshawe, was it you, or one of the brothers, who had the job of providing the women for Mr Holt?â
It was a shot in the dark, but from the way Fanshawe hesitated before saying, âWomen? I donât know what youâre talking about, Inspector,â it was clear that it had hit its target.
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