19 The Tradesmen’s EntranceMr Campion’s council of war was made unexpectedly stormy by Giles. Until now he had borne the nightmare experiences of the past few days with comparative equanimity, but the latest development was too much for him: it seemed to have aroused every spark of obstinacy in his nature.
‘Look here,’ he said. ‘I’m sorry to be uncivil, but it does strike me as being very fishy that the moment my sister disappears up comes Mr Knapp with the details for rescuing her all worked out pat. How do you know that he’s not in with these people?’
‘Now, calm yerself, calm yerself,’ said the accused one soothingly. ‘An’ don’t interrupt me, Bertie,’ he added, waving a hand to silence Campion. ‘This gent’s asked me a straight question; ’e’s entitled to a straight answer. Fishy it may
