Chapter XIXMargaret went to the door.
The flat consisted of two small rooms with a strip of passage between them. Two thirds of the passage had been walled off to make a kitchen about the size of a boot-cupboard. The front door and the doors of the two rooms opened into the remaining third; there was just room for them and no more.
Margaret shut the sitting-room door and opened the front door. Charles Moray stood there.
‘Well?’ he said.
‘She’s in there.’ Margaret indicated the sitting-room with a nod.
‘Have you found our whether she’s a long-lost relation?’
‘She isn’t.’
‘Look here, I want to talk to you.’
‘We’ll go over to Agatha Carthew’s flat—she’s away for the weekend and I’ve got the key.’
They proceeded across the landing to Miss Carthew’s flat. It appeared to be devoted to t
