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The House of Lurking Death
    â€˜The House of Lurking Death’ was first published in The Sketch, 5 November 1924. Inspector Hanaud was created by
A. E. W. Mason (1865–1948).
    â€˜What –’ began Tuppence, and then stopped.
    She had just entered the private office of Mr Blunt from the adjoining one marked ‘Clerks,’ and was surprised to behold her lord and master with his eye riveted to the private peep-hole into the outer office.
    â€˜Ssh,’ said Tommy warningly. ‘Didn’t you hear the buzzer? It’s a girl – rather a nice girl – in fact she looks to me a frightfully nice girl. Albert is telling her all that tosh about my being engaged with Scotland Yard.’
    â€˜Let me see,’ demanded Tuppence.
    Somewhat unwillingly, Tommy moved aside. Tuppence in her turn glued her eye to the peep-hole.
    â€˜She’s not bad,’ admitted Tuppence. ‘And her clothes are simply the lastest shout.’
    â€˜She’s perfectly lovely,’ said Tommy. ‘She’s like those girls Mason writes about – you know, frightfully sympathetic, and beautiful, and distinctly intelligent without being too saucy. I think, yes – I certainly think – I shall be the great Hanaud this morning.’
    â€˜H’m,’ said Tuppence. ‘If there is one detective out of all the others whom you are most unlike – I should say it was Hanaud. Can you do the lightning changes of personality? Can you be the great comedian, the little gutter boy, the serious and sympathetic friend – all in five minutes?’
    â€˜I know this,’ said Tommy, rapping sharply on the desk, ‘I am the Captain of the Ship – and don’t you forget it, Tuppence. I’m going to have her in.’
    He pressed the buzzer on his desk. Albert appeared ushering in the client.
    The girl stopped in the doorway as though undecided. Tommy came forward.
    â€˜Come in, mademoiselle,’ he said kindly, ‘and seat yourself here.’
    Tuppence choked audibly and Tommy turned upon her with a swift change of manner. His tone was menacing.
    â€˜You spoke, Miss Robinson? Ah, no, I thought not.’
    He turned back to the girl.
    â€˜We will not be serious or formal,’ he said. ‘You will just tell me about it, and then we will discuss the best way to help you.’
    â€˜You are very kind,’ said the girl. ‘Excuse me, but are you a foreigner?’
    A fresh choke from Tuppence. Tommy glared in her direction out of the corner of his eye.
    â€˜Not exactly,’ he said with difficulty. ‘But of late years I have worked a good deal abroad. My methods are the methods of the Sûreté.’
    â€˜Oh!’ The girl seemed impressed.
    She was, as Tommy had indicated, a very charming girl. Young and slim, with a trace of golden hair peeping out from under her little brown felt hat, and big serious eyes.
    That she was nervous could be plainly seen. Her little hands were twisting themselves together, and she kept clasping and unclasping the catch of her lacquered handbag.
    â€˜First of all, Mr Blunt, I must tell you that my name is Lois Hargreaves. I live in a great rambling old-fashioned house called Thurnly Grange. It is in the heart of the country. There is the village of Thurnly nearby, but it is very small and insignificant. There is plenty of hunting in winter, and we get tennis in summer, and I have never felt lonely there. Indeed I much prefer country to town life.
    â€˜I tell you this so that you may realise that in a country village like ours, everything that happens is of supreme importance. About a week ago, I got a box of chocolates sent through the post. There was nothing inside to indicate who they came from. Now I myself am not particularly fond of chocolates, but the others in the house are, and the box was passed round. As a result, everyone who had eaten any chocolates was taken ill. We sent for the doctor, and after