CHAPTER X

THE OPEN WINDOW THE dynamo wagon was humming as he walked down the garden path, and with a hiss and a splutter from the arcs, the front of the cottage was suddenly illuminated by their fierce light. Outside on the road a motorist had pulled up to look upon the unusual spectacle. “What is happening?” he asked curiously. “They’re taking a picture,” said Michael. “Oh, is that what it is? I suppose it is one of Knebworth’s outfits?” “Where are you going?” demanded Michael suddenly. “Forgive my asking you, but if you’re…