McCuen demanded in a grating voice.Toko, standing behind McCuen’s chair, grimaced. From the tone of the voice he realised the morning was to begin badly.“I don’t know,” Martha said. “I thought you should see it.”“Why?” McCuen glared at her. “Can’t you see it’s from some lunatic? Don’t you know better than to bother me with this kind of thing? This is a deliberate attempt to spoil my breakfast!” He flicked the piece of paper off the table onto the floor.“I’m sorry, Mr. McCuen.”McCuen whirled around in his chair to glare at Toko.“This toast is cold! What’s the matter with you all this morning? Get some more!”At 09.03, his dictation finished, his temper still smouldering, McCuen stalked out into the sunshine where his Rolls was waiting.Brant, his middle aged, long suffering chauffeur, cap under his arm, was waiting by the car door. Martha Delvine came to the top of the imposing flight of steps to see McCuen off.“I’ll be back at six. Halliday will be coming.
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