"Oh, call your father," he directed disgustedly.
Dick remonstrated with an excellent show of dignity.
"It's late," he objected. "I'd rather not disturb him, if you
don't mind. Really, the idea is absurd, you know." Suddenly, he
smiled very winningly, and spoke with a good assumption of
ingenuousness.
"Inspector," he said briskly, "I see, I'll have to tell you the
truth. It's this: I've persuaded my wife to go away with me.
She's going to give all that other sort of thing up. Yes, we're
going away together." There was genuine triumph in his voice
now. "So, you see, we've got to talk it over. Now, then,
Inspector, if you'll come back in the morning----"
The official grinned sardonically. He could not in the least
guess just what had in very deed happened, but he was far too
clever a man to be bamboozled by Dick's maunderings.
"Oh, that's it!" he exclaimed, with obvious incredulity.
"Of course," Dick replied bravely, though he knew that the
Inspector disbelieved his pretenses. Still, for his own part, he
was inclined as yet to be angry rather than alarmed by this
failure to impress the officer.
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