'Maybe I'd better not beat round the bush, Sir,' said McGrath, 'though I'm the last to want to make any unpleasantness for a nice friendly gentleman like you. Maybe you'd like to take a look at these.' McGrath was holding out two large shiny sheets which looked like photographs. Automatically Ducane reached out and took them. They were photographs. And in a moment he saw with a shudder of surprise and alarm that they were photographs of letters written in familiar handwriting. 'What on earth ' 'You see, Sir, I took the liberty of removing these two letters from your desk at the office.' Ducane looked at the two letters and a fire of fury and shame rose into his face. He took a deep breath and then said as coolly as he could, 'You really have gone too far now, McGrath. This is going to be a matter for the police. What were you proposing to do with these letters?' McGrath also rose to his feet. His pink lips flickered and he seemed a little excited but quite bold. 'Well, Sir, I'd hoped to do nothing with the letters. I mean if you could see your way to just continuing that little allowance Mr Radeechy used to make me. Mr Radeechy and me were quite friends about it, there were no hard feelings. And what's two or three pounds a week to a rich gentleman like you?» 'I see,' said Ducane. 'And suppose I tell you and your little allowance to go to the devil?' 'Why then, Sir, I would be forced to send the letters to the young ladies. I mean each young lady's letter to the other young lady: The letters were from Kate and Jessica. 'It's convenient, Sir, as you'll notice that the young ladies both write by hand – lovely handwriting if I may say so – and both date their letters in the way that shows the year. And of course I've got the envelopes as well with the post-marks and your name written on.' In fact the letters had been written within two days of each other. Ducane thought quickly. Of course there was no question of his giving in to this appalling rogue. All the same he, simply could not bear the prospect of Kate and Jessica He said, 'I am afraid you have made a miscalculation, McGrath. Each of the young ladies, as you call them, is perfectly well informed of my affection for the other. You have nothing to threaten me with, since I am totally indifferent to what you propose.' 'I trust you'll pardon me, Sir,' said McGrath, 'it's not that I want to call you a liar, but I wouldn't come to you like this all unprepared, now would I? I've made my little investigation. Like to know how I did it? As you see, each of the ladies writes on posh paper with their address and telephone number. They write their Christian names clear and legible, bless them, and it wasn't so difficult to find out their surnames. Then I ring up each of them and ask if I can speak to the other and each of them says, all surprised, they don't know anyone of that name.' 'You are ingenious, McGrath,' said Ducane. He began to read through the two letters. Kate's letter ran as follows: Oh my darling John, how I miss you, it seems an age till our lovely weekend arrives. I hate to think of you all lonely in London without me, but it won't be long until we are reunited. You are my property, you know, and I have a strong sense of property! I shall assert my rights! Don't be long away from me, my sweet, haste the day and the hour. Oh how heavenly it is, John, to be able to speak love to you and to know that you feel as I do! Love, love, love. Your Kate. P. S. Willy Kost sends regards and hopes to see you too. Jessica's letter ran as follows: My dearest, my dearest, my John, this is just my usual daily missive to tell you what you know, that I love you to distraction. You were so infinitely sweet to me yesterday after I had been so awful and you know how unutterably grateful I am that you stayed. I lay there on the bed afterwards for an hour and cried – with gratitude. Are we not somehow compelled by love? I shall not let one day pass without giving you the assurance of mine. Surely there is a future for us together. I am yours yours yours Jessica Oh my God, said Ducane to himself. How very much he did not want those girls to see each other's letters. It would be no good explaining Kate's ecstatic temperament to Jessica, or explaining to Kate that Jessica was living in a world of fantasy. Kate's letter read just like a note from a mistress. Jessica would be certain that he had lied, and he could not bear that. He could bear to part from Jessica but he could scarcely bear that she should think so ill of him. And Jessica's letter was even more suggestive. Perhaps he could try to confess it all to Kate – but the tender romantic spell would be broken and Kate would justly feel herself deceived. Would she entirely believe him, in any case? Things could never be the same again between them. Yet Ducane also saw with awful clarity that there was nothing to be done. He could not do business with McGrath, it would be an intolerable situation as well as being quite wrong. The only hope was to frighten the man. 'Understand quite clearly, McGrath,' said Ducane, 'that I am not going to give way to this evil proposal of yours. I am not going to pay you a single penny. And if you send those two letters to those two young women I shall go straight to the police and charge you with blackmail. You would not enjoy a long sojourn in prison, I think.' 'Oh come now, come now, Sir,' said McGrath his flabby face simpering. 'I don't think you can mean that. Why if you were to do that, Sir, I'd simply have to let the newspapers have the story. And the two young ladies would be so upset!' 'You absolute villain,' said Ducane. , Now don't take on so. After all, Sir, it's man to man now, it's your advantage against mine. Why should you weigh in the scales more than I do?' Ducane thought, all I can do is play for time. He won't send the letters while he thinks it possible I may pay up. I'll just have to explain the whole thing to Kate and Jess, to prepare them. But oh how can I? He said to McGrath, 'You are in a strong position, I don't deny it, McGrath. I congratulate you on your cleverness. I'll think over your project. We might be able to come to some arrangement, provided your requirements were very modest. And I warn you if they ever ceased to be modest I would go straight to the police. But I need time to think the matter over. Come and see me again in two or three days' time.' 'Thank you, Sir, thank you,' said McGrath. 'I knew you'd be quiet and sensible like. May I hope, Sir, for a little bit on account, not committing you to anything like, but just to show we're friends?' 'I rather doubt if we're friends,' said Ducane, 'But here's two pounds.' 'Oh thank you, thank you. And do remember, Sir, if I may make so bold, and that's another thing, there's always Judy, my wife you know, we understand each other, Judy and I, and Judy's always been a willing girl, philosophical you might say, and Judy took quite a fancy to you, Sir, and if you should ever feel the urge ' 'How dare you talk to me like that about your wife!' cried Ducane. 'Get out of here. Get out.' He rushed to the door and opened it. Fivey jumped hastily back and pretended to be tidying the hall table. 'Listening, were you!' Ducane roared at him. 'Now, McGrath, clear off!' 'Yes, Sir, yes, sir, but I'll come back like we said,' McGrath murmured, scurrying into the hall. He paused for a moment in front of Fivey and they regarded each other like two dogs; Then he darted out of the hall door. Ducane turned to Fivey. 'You're drunk!' he shouted. 'I can smell it on your breath. Be off to bed. And if I ever catch you eavesdropping again I'll sack you on the spot.' Fivey vacillated, caressed Ducane with a startled reproachful look of his pure brown eyes, rotated, and began carefully to mount the stairs. Ducane went back into the drawing-room and slammed the door. He tore the two photographs into small pieces. He sat down and put his head in his hands. In fact he had been deceiving Kate and Jess up to the hilt. There was no 'explanation' of his conduct. His conduct would look bad, just as bad as it was. He was justly served. And then the scoundrel had the impudence to offer him his wife! He could not believe that Judy McGrath – At that moment Ducane suddenly thought of something which ought to have been clear to him a good deal earlier. 'What seat, Paula? T 'Venus, Cupid, Folly and Time.' 'What?' 'Nothing.' , When shall we start reading the Aeneid?' 'Later. After – Later.' 'After what?' 'Later.'
