CHAPTER VI

KIDNAPPING Mrs. Hunt came slowly down the steps of a Park Lane mansion, now used as an officers’ hospital. She was tired and dispirited; her steps dragged as she made her way towards Piccadilly. Beneath her veil her pretty face showed white, with lines of anxiety deepening in it. An officer, hurrying by, stopped and came eagerly to speak to her. “How are you, Mrs. Hunt? And how’s the Major?” “Not very well,” said Mrs. Hunt, answering the second part of the question. “The operation was more successful than any he ha…