CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Fifty-seven Varieties
“A
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these things are ordained, as the old lady said at the Church Congress,” observed Mr Campion. “Everything comes to an end, and we’re certainly getting a bit forrader. We shall have another expert opinion in a moment or so. My friend Inspector Stanislaus Oates is a most delightful cove. He’ll turn up all bright and unofficial and tell us the betting odds.”
He sank down in an arm-chair opposite Val and lit a cigarette. His friend stirred uneasily.
“We are having a day with the experts, aren’t we?” he said. “I say, I like the Professor. Why did you keep him up your sleeve so long?”
Mr Campion spread out his hands. “Just low cunning,” he said. “A foolish desire to impress. Also, you must remember, I didn’t know you very well. You might not h
