“I do, and not a rude one either.” Ferdie was emphatic. “Say ‘A happy journey, my dear’ or something of that sort.”
Mr Campion wrote obediently and looked up, his pencil poised.
“You’re an extraordinary chap, aren’t you?” he said. “You keep your mind very mobile, what with one thing and another. A murderer to be apprehended here, an engagement to be patched up there. It’s amusing how you find the time, really.”
Ferdie took up the card.
“You’re too conscious of the personal angles, my dear fellow,” he said. “You let yourself be obsessed. ‘Amanda—You’ll never forget me—Albert.’ That’s all right. Bit didactic but not bad. You know the girl, after all. Very well then, I’ll send the roses from the Court, collect Gaiogi and persuade him to come back here. We shall be back before eleven. You’
