CHAPTER 3
This visit of Reeder was the culmination of a series of inquiries he had conducted in the course of a few days. He turned in a short report to Scotland Yard, and went home to Brockley Road, overtaking Johnny Southers as he turned from Lewisham High Road. Johnny was not alone.
“Anna and I were discussing you,” he said, as they slackened their steps to match the more leisurely pace of Mr Reeder. “Is it possible for us to see you for five minutes?”
It was possible. Mr Reeder ushered them up to his big, old-fashioned sitting-room, inwardly hoping that the consultation would have no reference to the mysterious workings of the young and human heart.
They were going to get married.
“Anna’s father knows, and he’s been awfully decent about it,” said Johnny, “and I’d like you to know
