“Albert?” Campion knew at once by the very control in Val’s voice that she was badly rattled. “The police have been here. They’ve found that morphine I told you I had. It was in Caroline Adamson’s flat.”
“My dear girl, you told me you’d destroyed it.”
“I know I did. I couldn’t find it when I came to look for it. I took it for granted that it had been mislaid. It never dawned on me that someone might have pinched it.”
“Oh, I see.” He sounded comfortingly unalarmed. “Oh well, it can’t be helped. She saw what it was and thought it marketable, I suppose. It was all packed up in little doses, was it?”
“Yes, I’m afraid it was. I say, I told the police.”
“Oh, you did? I daren’t ask. Good, that’s good. What did you tell them? The full strength?”
“Yes, everything. I gave the name of the woman
