Chapter 10

After a slight hesitation, I walked forward, across the lawn and climbed the broad stone steps leading up to the terrace. Going to the windows, I peered in. Behind the sheer curtains I could just make out furniture that was covered with white sheets. I tried the French doors without much hope, and found them locked. Then I went to both small side doors, but they were locked, too. Finally, I walked around the house to the front. Here the full grandeur of the estate was evident: a long, straight drive led from a black, cast-iron gate—closed—itself set in a stone wall that extended into the greenery in either direction.