“Algernon Blackwood at your service.”
At the desk in the foyer Beatrice squirmed; he was repulsive.
“What is it you are here for Mr. Blackwood?” she asked politely.
“Here to serve you dear.”
“Then perhaps you will wait here sir.”
Hastily she scuttled through into the back office where Candice was working.
“I think it’s him” she told her.
You mean the? Candice asked
Beatrice could only nod her head.
“I shall go and report to Mr. Dooley.” Taking her handbag she hurried out by a second door.
Mr. Dooley’s office was at the top of the building so an out of breath Candice was a little difficult to understand.
“Ah now I get it.” he said
He picked up the telephone, explained the situation and the person on the other end of the line put down his phone and went into the foyer.
“You’re nicked Blackwood” he said.