“Who?”
“The young woman. The police didn’t get round to the Well House after him until close on midnight and they wouldn’t have let him do any telephoning. Yet by one she’d got on to you? How come? I thought there was supposed to be no liaison there on father’s orders.”
Mr. Campion appeared interested. “Odd,” he said. “But, yes of course, the nurse. Don’t forget the nurse, the ubiquitous Mrs. Broome.”
“Ah, very likely.” Luke was satisfied. “She keeps on cropping up, that woman.”
“That’s her way.” Mr. Campion got up as he spoke, and smiled briefly. “I must apologise for my dubious chums. Thank you for the breakfast, Charles, and all the good counsel.”
He became silent. The door had opened and old Mrs. Luke, who was a force in her own right, came puffing in. She was carrying a baby of e
