Chapter 48

I started to make a tour of inspection. The main doors were locked: there was nothing to be hoped for in that quarter. And a brief survey of the windows showed that none of them were made to open. Cautiously I felt my way along to the farther end. A wooden bench littered with spanners and things filled three-quarters of it: in the other quarter—and my hopes rose as I saw it—was a second door. I tried the handle: it was locked. That finished it. I was caught like a rat in a trap. With the arrival of the chauffeur ne…