about it surely.”
“Ye‑es. I didn’t mean that. Tommy, did you see that man in the two seater?”
“Unpleasant looking brute, yes.”
“That was Doctor Horriston.”
Tommy whistled.
“Shifty looking beggar. What do you say about it, Tuppence? Shall we go and have a look at the Grange?”
They found the place at last, a big rambling house, surrounded by deserted grounds, with a swift mill stream running behind the house.
“Dismal sort of abode,” said Tommy. “It gives me the creeps, Tuppence. You know, I’ve a feeling this is going to turn out a far more serious matter than we thought at first.”
“Oh! don’t. If only we are in time. That woman’s in some awful danger, I feel it in my bones.”