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       Herbert Jenkins

      Malcolm Sage, Detective

      Published by Good Press, 2020

       [email protected]

      EAN 4064066413491

       Sir John Dene Receives His Orders

       The Strange Case of Mr. Challoner

       Malcolm Sage's Mysterious Movements

       The Surrey Cattle-Maiming Mystery

       Inspector Wensdale Is Surprised

       The Stolen Admiralty Memorandum

       The Outrage at the Garage

       Gladys Norman Dines with Thompson

       The Holding Up of Lady Glanedale

       A Lesson in Deduction

       The McMurray Mystery

       The Marmalade Clue

       The Gylston Slander

       Malcolm Sage Plays Patience

       The Missing Heavyweight

       The Great Fight at the Olympia

       Lady Dene Calls on Malcolm Sage

      Sir John Dene Receives His Orders

      CHAPTER I

       Table of Contents

      SIR JOHN DENE RECEIVES HIS ORDERS

      I

      "JOHN!"

      "Yeh!"

      "Don't say 'yeh,' say 'yes,' Dorothy dear."

      "Yes, Dorothy de——"

      Sir John Dene was interrupted in his apology by a napkin-ring whizzing past his left ear.

      "What's wrong?" he enquired, laying aside his paper and picking up the napkin-ring.

      "I'm trying to attract your attention," replied Lady Dene, slipping from her place at the breakfast-table and perching herself upon the arm of her husband's chair. She ran her fingers lightly through his hair. "Are you listening?"

      "Sure!"

      "Well, what are you going to do for Mr. Sage?"

      In his surprise at the question, Sir John Dene jerked up his head to look at her, and Dorothy's forefinger managed to find the corner of his eye.

      He blinked vigorously, whilst she, crooning apologies into his ear, dabbed his eye with her handkerchief.

      "Now," she said, when the damage had been repaired, "I'll go and sit down like a proper, respectable wife of a D.S.O.," and she returned to her seat. "Well?" she demanded, as he did not speak.

      "Yes, dear."

      "What are you going to do for Mr. Sage, now that Department Z is being demobbed? You know you like him, because you didn't want to ginger him up, and you mustn't forget that he saved your life," she added.

      "Sure!"

      "Don't say 'sure,' John," she cried. "You're a British baronet, and British baronets don't say 'sure,' 'shucks' or vamoose.' Do you understand?"

      He nodded thoughtfully;

      "I like Mr. Sage," announced Dorothy. Then a moment later she added, "He always reminds me of the superintendent of a Sunday-school, with his conical bald head and gold spectacles. He's not a bit like a detective, is he?"

      "Sure!"

      "If you say it again, John, I shall scream," she cried.

      For some seconds there was silence, broken at length by Dorothy.

      "I like his wonderful hands, too," she continued. "I'm sure he's proud of them, because he can never keep them still. If you say 'sure,' I'll divorce you," she added hastily.

      He smiled, that sudden, sunny smile she had learned to look for and love.

      "Then again I like him because he's always courteous and kind. At Department Z they'd have had their appendixes out if Mr. Sage wanted them. Now have you made up your mind?"

      "Made it up to what?" he asked, lighting a cigar.

      "That you're going to set him up as a private detective," she said coolly. "I don't want him to come here and not find everything planned out."

      "He won't do that," said Sir John Dene with conviction. "He's no lap-dog."

      "I wrote and asked him to call at ten to-day," she said coolly.

      "Snakes, you did!" he cried, sitting up in his chair.

      "Alligators, I did!" she mocked.

      "You're sure some wife;" he looked at her admiringly.

      "I sure am," she

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