“Ashmore Chase was before them. The moonlight had turned its lichened roof to tarnished silver. The house might have been some scaly or plated creature slumbering on the bed of the ocean, its slender chimney-shafts the erected antennae which guarded its repose. ‘It isn’t, really,’ Giles Ashmore said. ‘It just sprawls around. Pull up for a minute, Bobby, and let’s think.’ ‘Courage!’ Finn said from the back. ‘All right, all right – but I mustn’t make a mistake, must I?’ Giles stared dubiously at t...he darkened mansion. ‘Anyway, I’m glad I’ve driven right up to the place, and not footed it along this drive, as one of you silly asses suggested.’ ‘You couldn’t have footed it with your petit cadeau. I wonder, by the way, what that Frenchman’s petit cadeau was? Nice night for a walk, apart from that.’ ‘There’s Ibell to think of.’ ‘And who’s Ibell, for the love of mike?’ ‘He’s the keeper. About the only person Uncle Martyn has within a mile of him nowadays.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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