Chapter 9
I had a feeling about Haynsworth’s house, and it wasn’t a good one. James might have told me he didn’t want me investigating, but I needed as much information as I could obtain. His safety might depend on it.
It was a little more than four miles to Mayfair, and I planned to walk, rather than taking the chance I might be seen by a nosey rider of the tube or the night bus. I dressed in black, made sure I had the kit which contained the tools I’d need, as well as a gun and a small torch, and set out just before midnight.
Haynsworth had no alarm system—from what I’d gathered, he didn’t believe anyone would have the cheek to attempt a break-in—and he refused to have any dogs on the premises.
The man couldn’t have made it any easier for me if he’d handed me the key to the door and
