door and the front garden was bigger than eliot's own. If
he was offered a house like this he would certainly not
refuse They Walked up the path and rang the bell, paying
no attention to the explosions of fireworks around them.
Mr Crowthe opened the door immediately. He was a
whire-haired man in late middle age. He stood very
straight, which made him seem taller than he really was.
His face was lined, but he looked strong and healthy,
though his hands were shaking.
'What happened to poor Alex?, he asked.
'We don't know yet, sit,'said Eliot. 'But we'd like to ask
you and your wife some questions.'
Crowther controlled himself with an effort, and led
them into a large sitting room. Eliot's attention was caught
by the pictures which covered one of the walls. They were