Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. The newcomer stopped short upon the threshold. In any case, there was no doing anything on a Sunday and Brewis Charvill, his main quarry, had gone out of town unexpectedly. We have lived under the same roof, but our ways seem to have lain wide apart. ‘The more I hear about this Leonardo,’ Lucy said severely, ‘the more I want to meet your Melusine. “Only it is much too late for you to be out alone. “I have nothing to say to you. It might be that the boy had taken one drink too many, or someone had given him knock-out drops. The gallows has groaned for him for years. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. My first visit will be to you. ‘How famous. Do you want me, too?” “Yes,” she whispered foolishly, in the throes of rapture. “Does it hurt?” Michelle asked.
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