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"MR. LAROSE, I am being watched," said the small scholarly-looking man with the high forehead. "I live alone in a lonely house on a lonely shore and I do not know what it means. I am concerned about what is going to happen next."
Gilbert Larose, a one-time international detective, had had a meteoric career when attached to the Criminal Investigation Department of Scotland Yard, rising to a chief inspectorship in his thirtieth year. Now for six years happily married to the wealthy widow of Sir Charles Ardane, he had left the C. I. D. and was living at Carmel Abbey in Norfolk. Still on the right side of forty, he was a good-looking man with a bright, humorous face and very shrewd blue eyes. Notwithstanding his life as a country gentleman, he was still interested in all matters connected with his old calling and strangers often brought their difficulties and mysteries to him. Just now he was contemplatively regarding the card a visitor had just handed to him; "Professor Mildmay, The Gap House, Blackstone, Norfolk. " Underneath was pencilled, "F. R. S., M. D., F. R. C. P."