CHAPTER XIXAbout ten minutes before Mr. Willard left his flat, that is to say at seven o’clock, a young woman in an imitation astrakhan coat came in at the front door of Vandeleur House and took the lift to the top floor. She bore the same kind of resemblance to Carola Roland that an under-exposed photograph bears to its original. The features were the same, but the skin was sallow, the eyes greyish, and the hair plain mouse. Her clothes were neat but without style—mole-coloured coat, brown shoes and stockings, and a dark brown hat with a brown and green ribbon.
Bell saw her passing through the hall and said “good-evening” in his cheerful way. It wasn’t the first time she had dropped in like this after business hours—Miss Roland’s sister that was married to Mr. Jackson the jeweller. Not a
