12/29 I told the smooth-spoken gentleman from Scotland Yard so--Mr.Inspector Jacks he called himself--when he came to see me an hour or so ago." Penelope sighed gently. She found it hard to make up her mind concerning this quondam acquaintance of her deceased friend. "He wasn't particularly anxious to make acquaintances over here, but he was even worse at home. The way he went on, you'd think he'd never had any friends and never wanted any. I met him once in the streets of Washington last year, and had a cocktail with him at the Atlantic House. |