Chapter 23
MCCLOUD LEFT Sheila and Herman in the cab and went swiftly up the driveway to the porch, and along that to the front door. Expecting a butler to answer his ring he was mildly surprised when the door was opened by Mrs. Kahn herself. She was a plump, stodgy woman, well over fifty. Round dark eyes regarded McCloud with a faintly resentful recognition. She looked as though she might have been crying recently.
McCloud took off his hat. “Is Mr. Kahn in?”
“He is in,” she admitted. “You will please to wait.” She went heavily away.
McCloud waited only till he could no longer hear her footsteps. He then pushed the door open and went into a carpeted, well-furnished hall to which the light of day had not yet penetrated. It was almost dark inside. Again he was struck by the rather conspi
