“If we left your Lagonda standing outside The Morgue I think it’s likely it might attract a little attention,” drawled Grenville. “Contrast a bit too striking, what?”
It was fine when they reached Notting Hill and they strode through the quiet streets at a great pace. When they reached the corner of Mulberry Hill and Rockingham saw the gargoyles at the angles of the tower he said:
“Good Lord! There’s no end to the fantastic things you come upon in London. If this were set in a woodland clearing you’d swear it was ages old.”
“Whereas it’s set in Notting Hill, and in daylight you can see it’s the most lunatic jumble of Victorian Gothic mixed with Oriental detail and debased Byzantine embellishments,” said Grenville airily. “This way, old man, and watch your step! The paving’s none too eve
