As soon as I told him I had discovered the mysterious house he was, in an instant, on the alert, and calling two plain-clothes men announced his intention of going with me at once to Clipstone Street to make investigations.
“Better take some tools with you, Edwards, to open the door, and a lantern, each of you,” he said to them. Then turning to me, he added,—
“If what we suspect is true, sir, there’s been some funny goings-on in that house. But we shall see.”
He took a revolver from his desk and placed it in his pocket, and afterwards exchanged his uniform coat for a dark tweed jacket in order not to attract attention in the neighbourhood.
Then we all four went forth to ascertain the truth.
Chapter Twenty Seven.
The House of Doom.
On arrival at Clipstone Street our first inquiry was to ascertain whether the place was inhabited.