“She phoned me this morning and made an appointment with me which she didn’t keep,” said Mr Campion mildly and with perfect truth.
Ferdie Paul stared at him, a questioning smile curling his mouth.
“And when you called the number she gave you they put you on to the zoo?” he suggested, grinning at Amanda.
“That’s right, and I answered the phone,” she said cheerfully. “He has had a beastly evening. You’d better hurry. Don’t smash the car up. We may go to the races tomorrow.”
“Oh no, be careful.” The words had escaped the other woman before she could stop them and they saw her for a moment with the visor up. The expression in her eyes was not intelligent. Its mute, adoring stupidity was startling.
Ferdie laughed at her good-humouredly.
“She has a theory I’m going to drop to pieces at any
