CHAPTER 10

MR CODY was not a good walker, and was, moreover, a particularly fearful man, otherwise he might have walked the six miles which separated him from Gallows Cottage on a dark and windy night. Instead, he ordered his car, his chauffeur protesting sourly, and drove to within a hundred yards of the house. “Back into that lane, put your lights out, and don’t move until I return.” Mr Tom Cawler growled something under his breath. “And don’t you be long!” he said. “What is the game, anyway, Cody? Why didn’t you get him to…