Chapter 6
BEDTIME STORYMr Campion was mercifully asleep in a bedroom conceived by the same man who had evolved the staircase (if fretted pitch-pine and Burne-Jones were anything to go by) when his door opened softly. He sat straight up out of sleep, turned on his elbow and waited.
‘There’s a light-switch by your side, ducky,’ said Miss Roper’s voice softly. ‘Turn it on. I’ve got a letter for you.’
He found the button, noted his watch on the bedside table said forty-five minutes past two, and glanced up to find her already halfway across the room, looking like a travesty of something out of the lesser chapters of his youth. She wore a gay little happi-coat, still showing its folds from the tissue, over pink fairy-wool pyjamas, and a lace-and-ribbon boudoir cap of the mystifying cloche e
