LORD PETER LEADS THROUGH STRENGTH At eleven o’clock the next morning, Lord Peter Wimsey, unobtrusively attired in a navy-blue suit and dark grey tie, suitable for a house of mourning, presented himself at the late Lady Dormer’s house in Portman Square. ‘Is Miss Dorland at home?’ ‘I will inquire, sir.’ ‘Kindly give her my card and ask if she can spare me a few moments.’ ‘Certainly, my lord. Will your lordship be good enough to take a seat?’ The man departed, leaving his lordship to cool his heels in a tall, forbiddi…
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