★ XIII ★
Neill was up at six, sore in every joint. He anxiously consulted the mirror. His face was not as badly marked as he feared, for the man’s blows had mostly fallen elsewhere. However, there was an ugly bruise on his right cheek.
When he opened his door to go out he was aware that a door down the corridor moved a little and that an eye was applied to the crack. So the spy was still on the job. The number of the room was 18. Neill fiddled with his lock while he debated whether to force the door open and have a look at the man. He decided against it. On Janet’s account he dared not risk a showdown.
He found Bonniger already busy with his ham and eggs in the dining-room. He showed a calm front that filled Neill with envy. This case couldn’t get under his skin. Neill himself was a
