Chapter 4
YOU HAVE TO BE CAREFULThe torch beam, springing like a sword out of the variegated laurels, discovered Mr Campion and his modest bag the instant he laid a hand on the flaking paint of the iron gate. It paused on his face and then with charming deference lit his way not up the worn stone staircase to the crumbling portico but along a side path to the other steps leading down to the basement door.
No word passed. Detective Officer Corkerdale knew his place, if he overestimated the secrecy of the occasion, and Campion passed quietly to the stairhead, whence he could see down through a bright-barred window to the heart and soul of Portminster Lodge.
There was Renee, looking much as he had seen her for the first time nearly ten years before. She was in profile, leaning across a su
