CHAPTER FOUR
Brush with the County
“T
he
last time I come past ’ere,” said Mr Lugg sepulchrally, from the back of the car, “it was in a police van. I remember the time because I was in for three months hard. The joke was on the Beak, though. I was the wrong man as it ’appened, and that alibi was worth something, I can tell yer.”
Campion, at the wheel, spoke without turning. “I wish you’d shut up, Lugg,” he said. “We may be going to a house where they have real servants. You’ll have to behave.”
“Servants?” said Mr Lugg indignantly. “I’m the gent’s gent of this outfit, let me tell yer, and I’m not taking any lip. Mr Gyrth knows ’oo I am. I told ’im I’d been a cut-throat when I shaved ’im this morning.”
Val, seated beside Campion in the front, chuckled. “Lugg and Branch, my pater’s ol
