CHAPTER ELEVEN
Albert Terrace appeared even more peaceful and respectable than usual as Colin turned in at the farther end and came to a standstill in front of Mr. Medwin's house.
"This is the place, Joe," he said quietly. "Now you're quite clear in your own mind about what we've arranged?"
Joe nodded. "I got it, guv'nor. You ask whether 'e's at 'ome, an' if 'e is, in we goes. Then it'll be my job to shove it across the butler."
"That's right," said Colin. "I'm trusting you to look after the two servants until I've finished with Medwin."
"I'll look after 'em," grunted Joe. "There won't be no trouble in that quarter, you taike my word for it."
They got out of the car, and, leading the way up the path, Colin pressed the electric bell.
After a brief delay they heard the sound of steps inside, and the next moment Medwin himself opened the door. For an instant he stood gazing dumbly at his two visitors, then with a sudden expansive smile he stepped forward and held out his hand.
"Why, bless my soul!" he exclaimed. "This is a very pleasant surprise. What an extraordinary bit of luck that I happened to be at home."