CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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letter addressed to “The Rev. Albert Campion” arrived by the post on the following morning and it lay upon the side table in the hall, an object of curiosity to all beholders from the moment of its arrival to the time of its disappearance and subsequent recovery.
Since it had not been re-addressed, bore a Northamptonshire postmark, and was labelled “Urgent,” the feeling in the family that it might contain useful information was acute.
The household had spent an uncomfortable night in ransacked rooms, and Guffy at least was considerably more grim and morose when he descended the stairs, a lump the size of an egg on the back of his skull.
At a hurried council of war on the evening before it had been unanimously decided not to call in the police. Noth
