When I got to 16 Verity Street I pressed the housekeeper's bell and waited. Two or three minutes afterwards the door opened. Inside, a rather neat, plump, grey-haired woman of about fifty stood looking at me inquiringly.
I said: "Good-afternoon. You're Mrs....?"
She said: "Mrs. Adams. What can I do for you? I'm afraid all my apartments are full."
I said: "I'm not looking for apartments, Mrs. Adams." I produced the Warrant Card and showed it to her. "I'm Detective-Inspector Summers of Scotland Yard," I said. "I believe there's a lady called Janine living in the house."
She looked at me. Her eyes were astonished. She said: "Yes, that's right. Do you want to see her?"
I said: "If you please. I suppose she's in?"
She said: "I don't know. Two gentlemen from the Civil Defence came round to
