CHAPTER XX
Behind the Scenes in an Old Curiosity Shop“Righty-ho. If you say so. Any friend of yours is a friend of mine, but that’s stretching it.” Mr. Knapp drew Mr. Campion into a corner and threw a Gorgon’s scalp of curling cables out of the way to permit him to sit down on a metal bench which looked as if it might be live.
It was midafternoon on the Monday following the Sunday morning when Fred Arnold had died. They were in a seldom-used projection room, now serving as the chairman’s private observation cabin, slung under the roof at one end of Advance Wires’ main salesroom and monitoring theater.
A cluttered expanse spread out below them and, whereas they could see most of it themselves, they were almost invisible from below.
As with the rest of the building, it was soundproofed i
