No. VII.-- THE HOUSE OF LURKING DEATH
"WHAT--" began Tuppence, and then stopped.
She had just entered the private office of Mr. Blunt from the adjoining one marked "Clerks," and was surprised to behold her lord and master with his eye riveted to the private peep-hole into the outer office.
“Ssh!” said Tommy warningly. “Didn't you hear the buzzer? It's a girl, rather a nice girl- in fact, she looks to me a frightfully nice girl. Albert is telling her all that tosh about my being engaged with Scotland Yard."
“Let me see," demanded Tuppence.
Somewhat unwillingly, Tommy moved aside. Tuppence in her turn glued her eye to the peep-hole.
“She's not bad," admitted Tuppence. “And her clothes are simply the latest shout."
“She's perfectly lovely," said Tommy. “She's like those girls Mason wri
