CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The Three-Card Trick
M
r Campion
stopped his car among the high broom bushes on Heronhoe Heath that evening and sniffed the air appreciatively. He seemed if anything a little more inane than usual, and in spite of his evident anxiety, there was something about him which conveyed that he was definitely pleased with himself.
Although he had been driving most of the day there was no trace of weariness in his tall loose-limbed figure. He locked the car, slipped the key into his pocket, and stood for a moment with his hand on the bonnet. “The highwayman’s farewell to his horse,” he remarked aloud to the empty air, and then, turning abruptly, strode off across the springy turf.
Behind him the lights of the Gypsy camp glowed in the dusk, and for a moment he hesitated, ha
