Chapter 18
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THREADNEEDLE STREETWhen Campion entered, the amateur electrician would have risen gratefully had not Miss Palinode’s gesture kept him on his knees.
‘Do please go on. You’re managing very nicely.’ Her gracious cultured voice was packed with authority. ‘I think that little screw goes there, doesn’t it? No, perhaps not. You’re out a great deal,’ she added, presumably to Campion.
It was very gentle chiding.
‘I am trying to get quite ready for my little conversazione tomorrow, and I noticed that this difficult thing had come apart. So annoying of it! I am not very clever with my hands, I am afraid.’
Her laugh, which was delightful, conveyed that a notion so absurd was amusing and yet somehow flattering to them.
‘So I came along to find you. I know you theatrical p
