CHAPTER VI
Interested Persons“I’d much rather leave the boys to the canon. I certainly don’t want to upset Helena.” Luke spoke fervently as he followed Mr. Campion into the deserted study.
He was still young, a tall swarthy man, very much the classic cockney, with a dark, shrewd face and narrow eyes whose brows were peaked like gothic gables: a fine policeman, naturally even tempered, his courage not merely physical and his brains as good as they came. His rise to authority had been swift but was almost unbegrudged, and the most extraordinary thing about him was the tremendous nervous force which emanated from him, making him many friends and just a few jumpy enemies.
The untidy room was warm and homely, the neatest thing in it the evening paper, still folded, lying where Mrs. Talisman
