25 The BaitThey drove all through the dawn: out of the city into Essex, and from Essex into Suffolk.
Marlowe and Giles dozed in the back of the Bentley. Campion sat at the wheel, his natural expression of vacant fatuity still upon his face.
But throughout that long drive, in spite of his weariness, his mind was working with unusual clarity, and by the time they turned into the drive he had come to an important decision.
They stumbled out of the car, sleepy and dishevelled, to find themselves outside an old house, ivy-covered and half hidden by towering cedars. There was an air of darkness and shadow in the big garden, of privacy undisturbed for centuries.
An old man admitted them to the house, accepting Campion’s explanation with quiet deference.
‘Mr O’Rell is having breakfast with th
