Chapter 38

He was bustling about the room as he spoke, selecting various odds and ends from a Sheraton bureau at the far end of the room and a deep cupboard by the fireplace. ‘If you get hungry, just shout down the lift. If you get scared, just shout out of the window. If anyone should call, don’t open the door. Especially not to an old gentleman with an aerial to his top hat and natty black gaiters. That’s my wicked uncle. You can see everyone who comes in the mirror on the inside of the door. It works on the periscope princ…