“These were real townhouses, four storeys high including the basements, golden brick with classical white pediments, carved wreaths beneath the upper windows and wrought-iron balustrades. Most of them had been converted into flats. There were no front gardens, only steps descending to the basements.”
“A faintly ramshackle flavour had permeated the street, a gentle middle-class dottiness that expressed itself in the random collections of pot plants on one balcony, a bicycle on another and, on a third, limp, wet and possibly soon-to-be-frozen washing forgotten in the sleet.”
The front door to Jerry’s house opens and he is confronted by a very suspicious Fenella Waldegrave. Strike makes up an excuse for staring at the house, saying he was waiting for the estate agent to have a look inside. Fenella directs him further down the street and then departs herself.
Strike then takes a look at the rear of the house, where there’s a row of small private gardens. Strike concludes there is nothing to note in Waldegrave’s garden, only an old shed.