Guelvada swung the car round into the mews and sounded his horn. In the dim light of his headlights he saw the garage doors open. He drove the taxi in.
Searle limped out of the office in the corner. The limp was a memento of six months in the Haltz Concentration Camp and then, after having him for six months, the damned fools had let him go— without even discovering who and what he was!
He said: "Hello, Ernie. Everything all right?"
Guelvada said yes. He went into the office and took off his overcoats, his wrap, and his battered hat. He put on his own things. "Start up my car for me, Searle," he said. "She will be cold and the exercise is good for you!"
Searle grinned and went out. Guelvada picked up the telephone and dialled Kane's number in Queen Anne Street. When Kane came on the li
