“About £20, in treasury notes,” replied Macdonald. “Enough to give Beaver a run for his money but you’re going back on yourself; ten minutes ago you were arguing a brief in favour of Streaky Beaver as a harmless and much maligned innocent.”
“When I have a hunch and you have a different one, sir, it’s mine goes to the wall every time,” said Reeves.
Macdonald set out for Park Village South with feelings of very lively curiosity, human as well as professional. It was Sybilla Attleton’s dramatic reappearance which interested him most. What was the reason that she had thus suddenly come back from her retreat? An appeal from Mr. Thomas Burroughs, or a natural sense of the dramatic?
The door of the Attletons’ house was opened to him, not by the friendly faced Weller, but by an exceedingly smar
