
A drawing master walks the Finchley Road at midnight and a woman dressed entirely in white puts her hand on his shoulder. She has escaped from somewhere, she will not say where, and she knows the name of the house he is travelling to. Collins invented the sensation novel with this book, and its villain is still one of the best in English: fat, charming, fond of his canaries, and entirely without conscience. Every reply here is yours.
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