Chapter 11
MCCLOUD LIVED in the upper half of a Spanish duplex overlooking Silver Lake. He liked it because of its comparative quiet, and because the owners, who occupied the lower half, were nothing if not broadminded. He was halfway up the outside stairs when he observed that there were lights on in his own place.
He brought up rather abruptly at that.
Presently he began climbing again, cautiously and very quietly, until he attained the narrow outside gallery which served as his front porch. Though by comparison with the party downstairs it was very still up here, he had the distinct impression that his visitor had not departed. He knelt and applied an eye to the faint crack of brighter light which indicated that one of the living-room blinds did not quite reach the sill. His visitor
