Chapter 48

Nayland Smith smiled. It was not the genial, revealing smile that I knew. “End of story!” he added. “The windows were unopenable. As I closed the door, which locked automatically, a charge of gas was puffed into the interior. That taxi, Greville, had been waiting for me!” “Then Weymouth and Yale——” “Weymouth and Yale, with a Flying Squad party, are covering the house of some perfectly harmless citizen in Finchley Road! What they’ll do when I fail to turn up, I can’t say. But they haven’t a ghost of a clue to this p…