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CAPTAIN TIM JORDAN had bought a small English car that day, and had spent a fruitless afternoon in the company of Sergeant Wheeler, making calls. He must have visited every block of residential flats on the north side of London, without, however, gaining the slightest clue to Mary Grier's hiding-place.
He came back down Finchley Road and turned into Avenue Road, a very weary man. The car that was running ahead of him set its own pace. As they turned out of the park through Clarence Gate, the driver of the car he followed put his hand through the window and signalled a stop.