CHAPTER ELEVEN
Mr Campion Subscribes
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some moments Mr Campion stood at the side of the glittering flint road with the bank of green behind him, and the shadows of the beech leaves making a pattern on his face and clothes. The Chalice lay in his arms, dazzling in the sunshine.
Penny and Beth stood looking at him. They were both crimson, both furious, and a little afraid. Penny was fully aware of the enormity of the situation. It was Campion who spoke first.
“As amateurs,” he said judicially, “you two only serve to show what a lot of undiscovered talent there is knocking about.”
He re-wrapped the Chalice and put it back into the suitcase.
All this time there was an ominous silence from Penny, and glancing at her he was afraid for one horrible moment that she was on the verge of
