Chapter 4

Fifteen nervous minutes later he turned onto a wide avenue divided by a center meridian. According to the address he’d been given, Mr. Radclyffe’s house should be at the far end of the block. The homes along the avenue were large and well maintained but nothing compared to the one he was looking for, as he discovered when he turned onto the driveway leading to it. Through the wrought iron bars of a tall fence surrounding the property he saw a huge stone mansion with a square tower at one end and gables over windows at either end of the third floor.

Swallowing hard, he got out of the car to press a button on the callbox on one pillar beside the gates. A disembodied voice asked who he was, he told them, and moments later the gates swung open. Back in the car again, he made his way up the curving driveway to a wide space in front of the porch which he figured must be where visitors were supposed to park.