CHAPTER XXXIV

GREYWATER PARK “This is a singular situation in which we find ourselves,” I said, “and one that I’m bound to admit I don’t appreciate.” Nayland Smith stretched his long legs, and lay back in his chair. “The sudden illness of Sir Lionel is certainly very disturbing,” he replied, “and had there been any possibility of returning to London to-night, I should certainly have availed myself of it, Petrie. I share your misgivings. We are intruders at a time like this.” He stared at me keenly, blowing a wreath of smoke from…