Chapter 47

When they returned to the hall they found the Slav woman hanging about, making an absurd pretence of dusting while she watched and listened. Dusting was obviously not in her line. “Let’s take a look upstairs,” said Fin. Near the foot of the stairs they passed a door on the same side as the dining-room. “What’s in here?” he asked. “His study,” said Daisy. “It’s locked.” May be valuable evidence in there, thought Fin; must get in. The woman followed them upstairs and disappeared through a door on the right. “That’s h…