CHAPTER 3
At The Beckoning LadyMr Campion, telephoning from a seat on the bed in the room over the kitchen at The Beckoning Lady, thought he had never had such difficulty in persuading authority to notice a corpse before.
His old friend Sir Leo Pursuivant, the Chief Constable at Kepesake, wanted to talk about everything else; his well-remembered voice came crackling over the wire.
‘Campion. My dear fellow. Couldn’t be more pleased. Heard you were down. For Tonker’s party, I suppose? I said to Poppy, hope to goodness we see something of them. We shall all be there on Saturday. Poppy’s going to run the bar. Minnie kindly asked her. She’s been prinking herself up all this week. Not enough of that sort of jollification these days down here. Money tight and life dull. I pulled a tendon in m
