IV
The bell pealed aggressively. Tressilian rose from his seat in the pantry and went slowly out and
along to the door.
The bell pealed again. Tressilian frowned. Through the frosted glass of the door he saw the
silhouette of a man wearing a slouch hat.
Tressilian passed a hand over his forehead. Something worried him. It was as though
everything was happening twice.
Surely this had happened before. Surely
He drew back the latch and opened the door.
Then the spell broke. The man standing there said
Is this where Mr. Simeon Lee lives
Yes, sir.
I’d like to see him, please.
A faint echo of memory awoke in Tressilian. It was an intonation of voice that he
remembered from the old days when Mr. Lee was first in England.
Tressilian shook his head dubiously.
Mr. Lee is an invalid, sir. He doesn’t see many people now. If you
The stranger interrupted.
He drew out an envelope and handed it to the butler.
Please give this to Mr. Lee.
Yes, sir.
