14Mr. Campion knew just enough of the Dowager Marchioness not to be surprised by her. He felt he had had that. He stood looking at her with defensive vacancy, and she smiled at him frankly, as he thought she might.
“I heard you talking, and didn’t like to disturb you,” she said outrageously, “but I had to come and find Johnny. I telephoned the Minoan and they told me he was here.”
“Mother, my dear girl!” Johnny appeared in the doorway behind Campion. He was very startled, and Campion, who had no wish to play Polonius to anybody’s Hamlet, edged out of the way. “What on earth are you doing here, darling?”
“Oh, there you are at last. I’m so glad.” She moved over to him looking remarkably youthful and feminine in her blue fur coat. “I felt somebody must warn you and it didn’t seem wise to t
