CHAP. IV"Do you think we'll have any luck, Jim?"
"I haven't a notion, my dear fellow. I'll answer your question in half an hour."
The two men had just turned into Oakleigh Avenue. The car had been left in a garage in Hampstead, as Jim Maitland feared it might prove conspicuous if left standing in the road. Moreover he had no idea how long his visit would take. The road was as deserted as the previous night: save for an occasional taxi homeward bound with a theatre party they saw no one for the first quarter of a mile.
"I think I'll recognise the house," he said at length. "If not we'll go to where you had your party and cast back. I'll get it then for a certainty. Hullo! what's the excitement in front?"
He paused, pulling his cousin into the shadow. A car was drawn up about a hundred y
