CHAPTER VI.

THE HOUSE OF SUSPICION In Earl’s Court Road, at the corner of Longridge Road, a tall, fair-haired man, with a hard, clean-shaven face, and wearing a shabby, soft felt hat, idled, as though awaiting a friend. It was half-past eleven o’clock in the morning, dull and rainy, and tradesmen’s boys were hurrying to and fro on cycles up and down the quiet, respectable Kensington thoroughfare. In the Earl’s Court Road passed to and fro the usual procession of motor buses, with all their vibration and racket, while Longridge…