CHAPTER XIII
The End of the World“I never took to Sydney and his blasted toadstools,” said Luke. “He was trying to frighten me with his propaganda nonsense, and he did, which is unforgivable. Wait till I get my iggy-tube. That’ll make his outfit look a bit passé!”
He was sitting in the rectory parlor kicking his heels until Mr. Campion, who had been summoned by his own director from the deputy commander’s office, should arrive to pick up the car and take them both to the island. Luke had come on ahead to report to Amanda and had found the old house sad with the empty untidiness of a deserted nest now that the Ferrises had gone. He had told her about Edward’s visit to the Yard, and she had taken it very well.
“He’s a funny child,” she said. “Very like his father. I felt he knew a great d
