They drove into Naylors Crescent, and it was agreed that Surefoot should sit outside in the cab whilst they interviewed the old man. But repeated knockings brought no answer. The houses in Naylors Crescent stand behind deep little areas, and out of one of these next door a head appeared. "There's nobody in," he said. "Mr. Lyne has gone out in his chair about an hour ago." "Where did he go?" asked Dick. The servant could not say; but Mary was better informed. "They always go to the same place--into the private garde…
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