Chapter 23
VIVE LA BAGATELLE!Half-way across the wide landing Mr Lugg paused, tray in hand. He was wearing his best blue suit, which made him look like a camouflaged roc’s egg, but carried a table-napkin over his arm, no doubt as a badge of office. His naked head gleamed whitely in the subdued light and he looked relieved as he caught sight of his employer coming up the stairs.
He hurried back at once and, as Campion came abreast with him, thrust out the tray.
‘Care for a baked meat?’ he inquired, displaying five water-biscuits on a fine china plate, and turned to jerk his head towards Miss Evadne’s room, whence came a deep subdued hum. ‘Old Poisoners’ Association beano in there. What ’o! Coffins at eight!’
Mr Campion considered him with interest.
‘What are you doing, exactly?’
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