Chapter 11As Jane passed the turn of the stairs on her way down, a cold wind came blowing up to meet her. She stopped half-way, and saw the front door open and Luke White standing there with his back to her. She could see that it was Luke because of his grey waiter’s jacket. His left hand hung down and there was a handkerchief around it. His voice came back to her with the blowing wind—quite a polite, civilised voice for someone who had just been talking about cutting people’s hearts out.
‘I am sorry, madam, but I am afraid we have no room.’
Beyond him, still upon the doorstep, Jane could see a woman’s figure. A voice said, ‘Dear me!’
Jane came down the rest of the way into the hall and took a step or two along the narrow passage to the front door. There was something familiar about the
