"Just possibly," he thought, "the job Deede Dawson clearly thinks
he can make me useful in may have something to do with Clive. If so,
I may be able to see my way more clearly."

As it happened, Clive was away for a few days on some business he
had to attend to, so that for the present Dunn thought he could
afford to wait.

But during the week-end Clive returned, and on the Monday he came
again to Bittermeads.

It was never very agreeable to Dunn to have to stand aloof while
Clive was laughing and chatting and drinking his tea with Ella and
her mother, and of those feelings of annoyance and vexation he made
this time a somewhat ostentatious show.

That his manner of sulky anger and resentment did not go unnoticed
by Deede Dawson he was very sure, but nothing was said at the time.

Next morning Deede Dawson called him while he was busy in the garage
and insisted on his trying to solve another chess problem.

"I haven't managed the other yet," Dunn protested. "It's not too
easy to hit on these key-moves."

"Never mind try this one," Deede Dawson said; and Ella, going out
for a morning stroll with her mother, saw them thus, poring together
over the travelling chess-board.