“A young lady and a gentleman—there’s a card on your table, sir; I can’t recall the names for the moment,” he said, wrinkling his forehead as he scratched his ear to stimulate his memory. “The gentleman was extremely tall, quite a giant, with a dark beard.”
I hurried up the stairs, for the lift was out of order, and let myself into my flat with my latch key. On the table, in my sitting-room, was a lady’s card on a salver.
“Miss Thorold.”
In Vera’s handwriting were the words, scribbled in pencil across it—
“So sorry we have missed you.”
Chapter Six.
The House in the Square.
I admit that I was dumbfounded.