Dancers in Mourning
“It had been an uncomfortable evening. Uncle William had watched over Campion and what he considered was Campion’s duty with all the faithful obstinacy of a bobtail sheepdog and had only consented to go when the departure of the last train for Birley became imminent.
He left them in the Savoy Grill and padded off, pausing in the doorway to cast an admonishing glance at his older friend. Sutane’s eyes, which were dark without being bright, narrowed and a faint smile passed over his crooked mouth.
‘Lovable old boy,’ he observed. ‘The ass par excellence.’ Campion nodded absently. The moment which he had seen approaching all day with relentless, unhurried pace had now arrived. He wished he had not been so abominably weak but had made his escape immediately after the funeral.
He did not want to hear Sutane’s confession. He did not want to pledge his word to a secrecy upon which he had already decided. It was all over as far as he was concerned. Chloe Pye was safely buried and he did not wan...t to know definitely how she had died.MoreLess
He left them in the Savoy Grill and padded off, pausing in the doorway to cast an admonishing glance at his older friend. Sutane’s eyes, which were dark without being bright, narrowed and a faint smile passed over his crooked mouth.
‘Lovable old boy,’ he observed. ‘The ass par excellence.’ Campion nodded absently. The moment which he had seen approaching all day with relentless, unhurried pace had now arrived. He wished he had not been so abominably weak but had made his escape immediately after the funeral.
He did not want to hear Sutane’s confession. He did not want to pledge his word to a secrecy upon which he had already decided. It was all over as far as he was concerned. Chloe Pye was safely buried and he did not wan...t to know definitely how she had died.MoreLess
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