CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Doctor Galley’s Unusual Practice
“I
f
you, Amanda, will only think of me as Hannibal,” said Mr. Campion, tucking his threadbare skirt round his ankles as he sat huddled up on the stairs, “or Julius Caesar, or even that other great organizer, Policewoman Webb, the Limehouse Fairy-Godmother, you will see that my system for this evening is neat, snappy, quite the thing and well worth following.”
They were alone in the hall. The others had already set out for Dr. Galley’s house, and only Amanda had lingered behind for final instructions. Now she stood leaning against the wall, her face pale with excitement and her eyes wide and questioning.
“It’s all ready,” she said. “We’ve got the boat down to the join in the river. It’s completely hidden. The trees meet in a tunnel th
