CHAPTER VI

SAMPLES OF INK Hollis led the way farther along the alley, between high, black, windowless walls, and suddenly turning into a little court, paused before a door set deep in the side of an old half-timbered house. "Queer old place, this!" he remarked over his shoulder. "But you'll get a glass of as good port or sherry from this chap as you'd get anywhere in England--he knows his customers! Come in." He led the way into a place the like of which Hetherwick had never seen--a snug, cosy room, panelled and raftered in…