CHAPTER SIX
The Storm Breaks
“
’Ere,
wot d’you think you’re doing?”
Mr Lugg’s scandalized face appeared round the corner of the door.
“Mind your own business,” said Campion without looking up. “And, by the way, call me ‘sir’.”
“You’ve bin knighted, I suppose?” observed Mr Lugg, oozing into the room and shutting the door behind him. “I’m glad that chap’s gone. I’m sick o’ nobs. As soon as I caught a bosso of ’im and ’is ’arem going up that street I come up to see what the ’ell you was up to—sir.”
Mr Campion resumed his spectacles. “You’re a disgrace,” he said. “You’ve got to make the ‘valet’ grade somehow before to-morrow morning. I don’t know if you realize it, but you’re a social handicap.”
“Now then, no ’idin’ be’ind ’igh school talk,” said Mr Lugg, putting a heavy hand on the
