CHAPTER 13Ten minutes later he pulled the bell at Carlotta Rathbone’s flat in Grosvenor Gardens. It was on the first floor of a simple Georgian house that had been converted into residence apartments. Far off he could hear the tinkle of an old-fashioned bell. After a few moments a woman servant opened the door. She was a middle-aged woman with grey hair and a slightly foreign accent that Bull was unable to place.
“I’m Inspector Bull of New Scotland Yard,” he said. “I want to ask you some questions about your mistress.”
“Come in, sir.”
She stepped aside. Bull went into a charming drawing room gay with flowered chintz and pleasant furniture, with old flower prints on the walls and a soft green carpet on the floor. It was an agreeably natural sort of room, not very like the face that Bull
