Chapter 17
HIGH WIND IN THE AREA‘All right. Don’t say another word. I’m going. I’ve had it. You’ve taken me wrong and I’ve had it.’
Mr Campion paused in the doorway from the area just in time to catch the full force of the words. Clarrie Grace was standing halfway across the kitchen in an attitude unconsciously theatrical. He was dressed for travel. A tweed overcoat, which had seen long service, was buttoned tightly across his thin, top-heavy figure, and a sporting muffler sprinkled with fox-masks was wrapped equally tightly round his thin neck. The inevitable green demob pork-pie sat a little too far back from his lined forehead. He was very, very angry.
Renee faced him from the stove. She was red and trembling, but even in the height of her rage her full eyes were troubled and kindly
