When his plump form was no more than a distant dot in the moonlight, Luke turned to his friends.
‘What d’you know about that?’ he demanded.
‘Truth is such a naked lady,’ Mr Campion spoke softly. ‘Apparently in well-regulated country families no one is so indelicate as to stare at all of her at once.’
‘That’s all very well,’ Luke objected as they moved away along the bank towards the lights of the distant boat house. ‘I see South’s point of view but I can’t leave it like that. What I must know is why Miss Pinkerton poisoned the old gentleman. She must have known the peculiarities of dormital. She took alcohol with it herself when she meant to die.’
‘Oh yes, she knew what she was doing.’ Mr Campion’s light voice was grave. ‘I don’t know if she appreciated the full enormity of the act.’
