Free The Case Of William Smith by Patricia Wentworth Page A

after thirty years’ service. Then you put in about his dying suddenly six weeks ago, and say it’s taken us quite a while to get everything sorted out. If he asks anything you can’t answer, ring for me. You can tell him I’ve been straightening out the muddle.’
    Cyril Eversley frowned.
    ‘It doesn’t seem fair. I don’t like it.’
    She said a thought impatiently,
    ‘It won’t go outside this room. And who is it going to hurt? Not old Davies. Anyhow there’s no need to say anything about him unless the Admiral gets tiresome. If you have to, it will be all the better if you’re a bit embarrassed at bringing it out. Old servant of the firm and all that sort of thing — it’s quite a good touch.’
    He said, ‘Don’t!’ so sharply that she stared for a moment, then came round to drop a kiss on the top of his head.
    ‘Cheer up, darling! It will go with a bang — you see if it doesn’t.’ She bent over to touch the papers lying in front of him. ‘You say your piece first, and then you show him this. Don’t bring in Davies unless you have to, and if you feel you’re getting bogged, just say, “I think Miss Jones knows about that,” and put your finger on the bell.’
    She turned to smile at him from the doorway, and went out and along a piece of straight passage to Brett Eversley’s room.
    He looked up as she came in, and said,
    ‘All set?’
    She shrugged her shoulders.
    ‘I hope so. He’s as nervous as a cat.’
    His eyebrows rose.
    ‘Well, I suppose we shall all be glad when it’s over. Are you going to be there?’
    ‘Not to start with. That’s what I’ve come to talk to you about. I’ve told him to ring for me if there are any awkward questions. It mayn’t be necessary, but if the Admiral gets too pressing, it’s easy for either of you to suggest having me in. The line will be that I’m straightening up after Mr. Davies, who was a bit past his work and had left things rather in a muddle.’
    Brett laughed,
    ‘That’s a bright one!’
    ‘Yes — I thought so. But Mr. Eversley doesn’t like it.’
    ‘He wouldn’t.’
    ‘So it’s not to be brought in unless it’s necessary. Of course there wouldn’t be any harm in your saying that the old man had been getting pretty doddery and had left things in a bit of a mess. Mr. Eversley would show that he was vexed and stick up for Mr. Davies, and that would make the right sort of impression. We’d get across with the idea that it was Davies who had muddled things up. But Mr. Eversley being put out about it would take off any appearance of our wanting to put it on the old man, if you see what I mean.’
    Brett looked at her with a curious expression in his dark eyes.
    ‘Oh, yes, I see what you mean! Clever — aren’t you?’ He laughed. ‘I think I shall always take care to stay your side of the fence!’
    She gave him a perfunctory smile.
    ‘There’s really nothing to be nervous about. As far as this interview goes, everything will be quite all right — I’ve told Mr. Eversley so. The trouble is, it doesn’t go all the way. Nobody is safe until you’ve married her.’
    He pushed back his chair and stood up, his hands in his pockets, a smile on his face.
    ‘You tell me that?’
    ‘Of course I do! It’s the truth.’
    ‘You want me to marry Katharine?’
    ‘My dear Brett, talk sense! You’ve got to marry her.’
    ‘And suppose she won’t?’
    ‘You’ve got to make her change her mind. You’ve always fancied yourself with women. I seem to remember your telling me that you could make any woman fall for you. Well, now you’ve got to marry Katharine Eversley or go to prison — that’s the plain English of it. Turn on some of that charm you’re so proud of and see what you can do with it. Because if she marries anybody else, the fat will be in the fire, and I shan’t be able to pull it out for you. I can bluff the Admiral, but I couldn’t bluff a firm of solicitors, and I’m not going to try. If Katharine Eversley