“I talked to Ferdie Paul on the telephone just now,” Gaiogi went on. “He says don’t worry. In his opinion the fellow is something of an exhibitionist. He knows him well. That is between friends, of course. He says like all these people, when the moment on which their job depends actually arrives, they are always there.”
“There’s a lot in that,” said Campion. “Is Paul coming down this afternoon?”
“No, unfortunately no. He is just off to Paris. He has interests over there and must be back in London tomorrow.”
“He’s a clever chap,” Campion remarked absently.
“Oh, extraordinary.” Gaiogi pronounced each syllable of the word in his admiration. “Brilliant. If only he weren’t so lazy he’d be a force, a power.”
“Lazy? I should hardly have thought that.”
Gaiogi filled a glass.
“There is a phr
