Mr. Campion saw no reason to disagree with him, but wondered, albeit respectfully, where precisely that conclusion might be expected to lead them. Don was more practical.
“I think we’ll have Mr. Stavros in right away,” he said.
“Oh no. Don’t do that, my dear boy, whatever you do.” The Bishop was firm. “There’s a great deal more to it than that. I promised Bush to leave any explanations we might have to make entirely to him, but since you’ve asked me directly I really do feel I must be allowed to tell you at least the little I know.”
Mr. Campion looked up. “You had three cases of Les Enfants Doux in the lorry which got lost when the Museum of Wine was evacuated, hadn’t you?” he said.
“I had. You know the story then?”
“No, I don’t. All I know is that there was such a lorry. Bush told me
