Chapter 3
OLD-FASHIONED AND OUT OF THE ORDINARYThe D.D.I. was waiting in the upstairs room of the Platelayers Arms, a discreet old-fashioned drinking house in one of the more obscure streets of his district.
Campion met him there at a few minutes after eight, as the Superintendent promised he should. Over the telephone Yeo had sounded relieved and pleased, which was only mildly gratifying, but then he had no inkling of that other phone conversation which the unassuming man in the spectacles had held a few minutes earlier with Lord Dorroway. After the statesman’s dry regrets, which had not quite hidden a species of puzzled contempt, the old policeman’s satisfied confidence had sounded a relentless note.
‘I knew all along you’d never resist it,’ he said cheerfully, his strong voice makin
