Herbert George Jenkins

Malcolm Sage, Detective Herbert George Jenkins

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."