Chapter IX.—Stirring Dead WatersThe clock of the old Stratford St. Mary church was just chiming midnight when Larose let himself into the bungalow and gently closed the door behind him. The night was pitch black and not a star was shining, and he had with difficulty found his way there, without flashing his torch.
He had delayed leaving the Priory until so late, because he was wishing when he came to switch on any of the lights in the bungalow that none of the Priory servants or anyone in ‘The Towers’ should be awake to see them and wonder what was going on.
It was generally known that although the new agent had been appointed, he had not as yet taken up his residence there, preferring to cycle in every day from Colchester.
Once in the passage, Larose flashed his torch to get his bearin
