Chapter 21 HOMEWORK

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Chapter 21 HOMEWORKCharlie Luke poured the last of the water over the Captain’s grey and nodding head. ‘Hopeless,’ he said succinctly and sat back on his heels. ‘The old nitwhisker’s had it. Must have drunk the bottle without counting. He’ll have to sleep that lot off before we get a peep out of him.’ He nodded to the young detective who had been assisting him and together they lifted the old man on to his narrow chintz-covered bed. Mr Campion surveyed an unregenerate scene. The large and pleasant bed-sitting-room, a trifle old-maidish in its little deceptions and reticences, was in a state of wild disorder. Ever since he and Luke had come in, to find the Captain lying in his armchair, a corkscrew and an almost empty whisky bottle at his feet, a glass clutched to his military bosom, a

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