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"IT sounds rather queer, " Watney admitted. "However, it is no business of mine, and you will have to work this thing out in your own way. And now, as I am rather busy, the best thing you can do is to go off on your errand and come back presently with an account of your adventures. Then we can lunch together and talk about the future. Off you go."
Lawrence made his way towards Fitzroy Square. He found the studio of which he was in search--a low, rambling, dilapidated-looking place in a neglected garden which opened on the far side by means of a little green gate. There was an air of mystery about the house which struck him as sinister. He went through the ceremony of knocking at the door, but no reply coming he laid his hand upon the handle and found that the lock turned quite easily to the touch. Only for a moment he hesitated, then went boldly and determinedly in. It would be easy to explain his presence to Le Blanc if the latter happened to be upon the premises. If not, why, then, it was just possible that some useful piece of information might reward this bold and hazardous intrusion.