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There was no escape. Light shone through a chink at the side of the street door. They were at home. He made himself press the bell.
He heard steps along the little hall, and, as the door opened, music from the back of the house. They must have been looking at TV in the kitchen. Mrs Kelshall stood gazing up at him, with a smile of welcome.