One of our secret service chaps got hold of a map some time ago." "No, I never heard this," Julian acknowledged.

"Well ?" "It's only a coincidence, of course," Furley went on, "but number thirty-eight happens to be the two-mile block of seacoast of which this cottage is just about the centre.

It stretches to Cley on one side and Salthouse on the other, and inland as far as Dutchman's Common.

I am not suggesting that there is any real connection between your cable and this fact, but that you should mention it at this particular moment--well, as I said, it's a coincidence." "Why ?" Furley had risen to his feet.

He threw open the door and listened for a moment in the passage.