CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Pharisees’ Clearing
W
hen Mr Campion
sailed down the drive of the Tower at about ten o’clock the next morning, Penny met him some time before he reached the garage. She came running across the sunlit lawn towards him, her yellow hair flopping in heavy braids against her cheeks.
Campion stopped the car and she sprang on to the running-board. He noticed immediately a certain hint of excitement in her manner, and her first words were not reassuring.
“I’m so glad you’ve come,” she said. “Something terrible has happened to Lugg.”
Mr Campion took off his spectacles as though to see her better.
“You’re joking,” he said hopefully.
“Of course I’m not.” Penny’s blue eyes were dark and reproachful. “Lugg’s in bed in a sort of fit. I haven’t called the doctor yet, as you said
