Chapter 37
TAXICABS of all varieties and makes dropped a small army of detectives in Portland Place; and when the cordon had been completed, Jimmy knocked at the door. It was opened by a middle-aged woman servant.
"I think Mr. Bennett is in his room, sir. I'll call him."
"Don't trouble," said Jimmy, stepping in before her. "Just wait here— I know the way."
He went up the stairs three at a time. Bennett's door was ajar, and he pushed it open with the muzzle of his pistol. The room was empty. He looked out of the open window, and saw immediately the immense difficulty of surrounding a house the back of which looked upon the courtyards of Portland Street. He did not stay to search the room, but ran downstairs again and led the way to the larder beneath which was the concealed chamber. Ove
