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winced.
    ‘Can you hear me?’ said Miriam, raising her voice. ‘Your Uncle Herman was shocked. He’s driven off to the West End to find outwhat happened to your father. He feels that you should have stayed with him. You’re our daughter. It was your duty.’
    ‘I’ve said that I’m sorry.’
    ‘It’s so uncharacteristic. Whatever possessed you?’
    There was a long silence. It served only to provoke Miriam. Pounding on the door with a fist, she delivered her ultimatum.
    ‘Get out of that bath,’ she ordered. ‘If you don’t do as you’re told, I’ll fetch the doctor this instant. Get out of that bath and let me in. I won’t ask you again, Ruth.’
    There was no escape. Ruth decided that she would sooner face an angry mother than an embarrassing examination from a doctor. She heaved herself up into a standing position.
    ‘I’ll be there in a moment,’ she said.
    ‘So I should hope.’
    Ruth clambered out of the bath and reached for the towel. When she’d wrapped herself up in it, she turned the key and unlocked the door. Her mother stepped in with an accusatory stare.
    ‘What on earth’s got into you, Ruth?’ she demanded.
    ‘I feel much better now.’
    ‘I’m your mother. You don’t need to lock me out.’
    ‘I’m sorry.’
    ‘And look at the way you’ve dropped everything on the floor,’ said Miriam, bending over the pile of clothes. ‘You’re always so careful about hanging things up. What’s got into you?’
    She picked up the clothes and was about to put them on a chair when her eye fell on a stocking. Miriam gaped at the large bloodstain.
     
    Herman Stein bore a close resemblance to his elder brother. He had the same paunch, the same rounded shoulders and the samefacial features. He’d kept much more of his hair than the tailor but that was the only marked difference between the two men. Having driven to the West End, he parked his car and hurried to Jermyn Street. The fire engine was still outside the smoking shop owned by his brother but some of the crowd had melted away. When he spoke to the senior officer, he was told that the incident was in the hands of Scotland Yard detectives. Marmion and Keedy were pointed out to him. Face clouded with foreboding, he went straight across to them.
    ‘My name is Herbert Stone,’ he said. ‘Jacob Stein is my brother.’
    Marmion didn’t need to ask why the man had anglicised his surname. It was a precaution that many people of German origin had taken after the war had broken out. He introduced himself and the sergeant then chose his words with care.
    ‘Your brother’s premises were attacked by a mob,’ he explained. ‘We’ve reason to believe that he was trapped by the fire in an upstairs room.’
    ‘That’s where he’d have been, Inspector,’ said Stone. ‘Earlier this evening, he was up there with my niece, going through the books. I hear that she came home alone in a terrible state but there was no sign of Jacob. His car is still in its usual parking place. I left mine beside it.’
    ‘Nothing is certain, sir. We’re only working on assumptions.’
    ‘It must be Jacob – who else could it be?’
    ‘I have no idea, Mr Stone.’
    ‘Can’t they get the body out?’
    ‘Not until it’s safe to do so,’ said Keedy. ‘Much of the floor in that room has collapsed and the staircase has been burnt down. They’ll need to prop up the remaining part of the floor before they can climb upthere, and they can’t do that until they can clear enough of the debris from the ground floor.’
    ‘What kind of scum did this?’ asked Stone, staring angrily at the wreckage. ‘It’s unforgivable. How did the police let this happen? Aren’t you supposed to protect property?’
    ‘We can’t stand vigil over every shop, sir. Our manpower is limited. When there was an appeal for volunteers to join the army, we lost a lot of policemen.’
    ‘That’s no excuse, Sergeant.’
    ‘It’s a fact of life.’
    ‘What are you doing about this