will be covered on October first when you receive the monthly check from my grandfather's trust."
"I'll do the paperwork today and be back in touch," said Mr. Watson.
"I don't care when you do the paperwork, Mr. Watson, as long as the full amount is transferred before close of business this evening." Danny replaced the receiver. "Damn," he said. Not the way Nick would have behaved in the circumstances. He must quickly return to Nick mode. He swung round to see Molly standing in the doorway. She was shaking, and seemed unable to speak.
"What's the matter, Molly?" asked Danny, jumping up from his chair. "Are you all right?"
"It's him," she whispered.
"Him?" said Danny.
"That actor."
"What actor?"
"That Dr. Beresford. You know, Lawrence Davenport."
"Is it, indeed," said Danny. "You'd better show him into the drawing room. Offer him some coffee and tell him I'll be with him in a moment."
As Molly ran downstairs, Danny made two new entries in the Payne file before placing it back on the shelf. He then took down the Davenport file and quickly brought himself up to date.
He was just about to close it when his eye caught a note under the heading Early life which caused him to smile. He replaced the file on the shelf and went downstairs to join his uninvited guest.
Davenport leaped up as Danny entered the room, and this time he did shake hands. Danny was momentarily taken aback by his appearance. He was now clean-shaven, and wearing a well-tailored suit and a smart open-necked shirt. Was he about to return the £300,000?
"Sorry to barge in on you like this," said Davenport. "I wouldn't have done so if it wasn't a bit of an emergency."
"Please don't concern yourself," said Danny as he sat in the chair opposite him. "How can I help?"
Molly placed a tray on the side table and poured Davenport a cup of coffee.
"Cream or milk, Mr. Davenport?" she asked.
"Neither, thank you."
"Sugar, Mr. Davenport?"
"No, thank you."
"Would you like a chocolate biscuit?" asked Molly.
"No, thank you," Davenport said, patting his stomach.
Danny sat back and smiled. He wondered if Molly would be quite so awestruck if she realized that she had just served the son of a car-park attendant with the Grimsby Borough Council.
"Well, just let me know if you want anything else, Mr. Davenport," said Molly before backing out of the room, having quite forgotten to offer Danny his usual hot chocolate. Danny waited for the door to close. "Sorry about that," he said. "She's normally quite sane."
"Don't worry, old chap," said Davenport. "One gets used to it."
Not for much longer, thought Danny. "Now, how can I help?" he asked.
"I want to invest a rather large sum of money in a business venture. Only temporary, you understand. Not only will I repay you within a few weeks at the outside, but," he said, looking up at the McTaggart above the fireplace, "I'll also be able to reclaim my paintings at the same time."
Danny would have been sad to lose his recent acquisitions, as he'd been surprised how quickly he'd become attached to them. "I'm sorry, how thoughtless of me," he said, suddenly aware that the room was full of Davenport 's old pictures. "Be assured, they will be returned the moment the loan is repaid."
"That could turn out to be a lot sooner than I had originally anticipated," said Davenport. "Especially if you were able to help me out with this little enterprise."
"What sort of sum did you have in mind?" asked Danny.
"A million," said Davenport tentatively. "The problem is that I've only got a week to come up with the money."
"And what would your collateral be this time?" asked Danny.
"My house in Redcliffe Square."
Danny recalled Davenport 's words the last time they had met: My home? No, never. Out of the question, don't even think about it. "And you say that you will pay the full sum back within a month, using your home as collateral?"
"Within a month, it's guaranteed-a racing certainty."
"And if you fail to pay back the million in that time?"
"Then, just like my pictures, the house is yours."
"We have a deal," said Danny. "And as you've only got a few days to come up with the money, I'd better get straight on to my lawyers and instruct them to draw up a contract."
When they left the drawing room and walked out into the hallway, they found Molly standing by the front door clutching Davenport 's overcoat.
"Thank you," said Davenport after she had helped him on with his coat and