The Mystery of a Studio, Chapter 3

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​​​‌​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​​​​​‌​⁠When the clatter of the running footsteps had died away and Hatch heard the outer door slam, he entered the studio, closing the door behind him. It was close here, and there was a breath of Chinese incense which was almost stifling. One quick glance by the light of an incandescent told Hatch that he stood in the reception-room. Typically, from floor to ceiling, the place was the abode of an artist