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The blinds were drawn at the house in Leveson Square, and a crowd was still gazing up at the blank windows. There is always something gruesome in drawn blinds, and the policeman standing at the door added to the air of mystery and dark deeds.
Collins and Sinclair, refreshed by an excellent breakfast, arrived in Collins' car. They had been to the Yard first.