CHAPTER 12When Eve Merrion had gone upstairs, Macdonald turned in the direction of Keston’s rooms. The passages beyond the dividing door had been blacked out, and he used his flashlight to light the way. Just as he reached the door of the professor’s study, he heard Keston’s voice on the stairs above him.
“Who’s there?”
“Macdonald. I want to talk to you. Shall I come upstairs, or would you prefer to come into the study?”
“Will you come up, please? The study door is locked. Mr. Layton locked it after he had been working in there.”
Macdonald went up the stairway—it was a small flight which had connection with the one-time nurseries of Valehead House. Keston, fully dressed, was standing by the door of his bedroom, silhouetted against the light. He held the door open for Macdonald to come
