We followed her through the house and into a big room.
This was Mr Ross’s office and he was sitting behind a desk.
I was surprised. He was a young man, about thirty. He had a moustache, short dark hair, and he wore glasses.
Mr Ross was speaking into the telephone. ‘Who does he look like?’ I thought. ‘Is it Tony Duncan?’
‘Mr Ross is talking to a business friend in New York,’ said Greta. ‘Please, sit down.’
While he waited, I looked around the office. There were three telephones, a computer, and lots of books and papers.
