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Conference in the MorningSuperintendent Charles Luke at breakfast in his own home was something to see, Mr. Campion reflected as he sat opposite him in the kitchen of his mother’s house in Linden Lea, one of the newest north-west suburbs. It was a very bright room, so clean that it might have been made of highly glazed china, and the wide window looked out on a neat bright garden with white stone paths, smooth green grass, and geraniums all in a row.
In this setting Luke appeared larger and more lithe, darker and more vital even than usual. With his chin freshly shaved, his linen freshly laundered, his crisp, upstanding hair newly oiled and his teeth gleaming, he appeared part and parcel of the whole. Old Mrs. Luke’s lifework, a credit to London, the Police and a Good Woman’s one pair
