"Take Bunny with you!" he murmured. "I want to talk to Jake."
She lifted her eyes with a flash of surprise. He bent towards her.
"And afterwards to you, Queen Rose. I shall not forget to claim my
privileges in that respect."
She laughed a little, but she obeyed his behest as a matter of course.
"Come for a turn in the garden with me, Bunny!" she said. "I've hardly
seen you today."
The boy got up, passing Jake with a careless slap on the shoulder that
testified to the excellent good fellowship that existed between them.
Saltash turned back into the room, and threw himself down by his host.
"That's right," he said as the door closed upon the brother and sister.
"Now we can talk."
Jake pushed a box of cigars to him. His keen eyes took Saltash in with
the attention of the man accustomed to probe beneath the surface. There
were not many who could hide from Jake Bolton anything he desired to
know.
Saltash flicked an eyelid under his direct scrutiny as he chose his
cigar. He was never more baffling than in his moments of candour.
"There are several things I've come to consult you about, Jake," he said
easily, as Jake leaned across with a match.
"I'm listening," said Jake.
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