Chapter XVI

It was getting late when Linda reached the big block of flats where Andrew Lincoln lived. The tall commissionaire at the door looked at her with a slight smile as she passed him and rang for the lift. She felt his eyes following her as she was whirled upwards; she felt the eyes of the lift-boy following her as with shaky steps she crossed the stone landing, and rang the bell at Lincoln’s flat. It was only then, when she waited with fast beating heart for a reply, that she began to think. It was late! She had no ide…