Chapter 38

“What’s the matter?” I said, when he was out of earshot. “Just for a moment I thought the dead had come to life,” said Sinclair. “You saw that man who passed us?” “That thin-lipped blighter who stared? Yes: I saw him. Is he one of them?” “I haven’t a notion,” he remarked. “Look here, I’m just going to drop a line to Hugh, and I’ll tell you the rest when we get in the car. Here’s the garage.” The Ford turned out to be available, and I got in and waited for Sinclair, who was scribbling a note in the office. “We’ll po…