HE WALKED back to the house, treading on air. When he came to the house in Lowndes Square he found an agitated Minns in the doorway, and, suspecting that something was wrong, increased his pace and went up the three steps in a stride. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, sir. I didn’t know whether I ought to tell the police.” The man shut the door; his face was troubled and anxious. “That bell’s been ringing off and on for half an hour. I haven’t dared go in. I thought perhaps you might have come. I didn’t know w…
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