"He's one of the very best." "He's rather a mysterious person, don't you think ?" Jerry regarded her very straightly.
"Oh, well," he returned bluntly, "every man's a right to have his own private affairs." Then there _was_ something! Diana felt her heart beat a little faster.

She had thrown out the remark as the merest feeler, and now his own secretary, the man who must be nearer to him than any other, had given what was tantamount to an acknowledgment of the fact that Errington's life held some secret.
"Anyway"-- Jerry was speaking again--"_I've_ got good reason to be grateful to him.

I was on my uppers when he happened along--and without any prospect of re-soling.

I'd played the fool at Monte Carlo, and, like a brick, he offered me the job of private secretary, and I've been with him ever since.

I'd no references, either--he just took me on trust." "That was very kind of him," said Diana slowly.
"Kind! There isn't one man in a hundred who'll give a chance like that to a young ass that's played the goat as I did." "No," agreed Diana.