Chapter 20

The well-found coupé was standing in the shade of the oaks. A large rectangular package was lying within the boot. Spenser withdrew it with the greatest possible care. The etching was glazed. An article of such virtue must be uncovered indoors: the dining-room table offered the most convenient site. . . . Leaning against the dresser, Miss Longwood watched the brown fingers busy about the string. As he threw back the paper the man gave a cry of delight. Tilsit might have worked in his study, and have etched his mist…