16The chief of the Criminal Investigation Department crawled through the wire, grumbling a little.
“Hello,” he said, “that’s Lugg you’ve got with you, isn’t it? I say, what an infernal stink! Don’t you C.D. fellows ever get complaints about this?”
At Mr. Campion’s side his friend and his friend’s friend both breathed deeply.
“I can’t smell nothin’,” said Lugg evilly.
“Good Lord, can’t you? It’s frightful. I’ve been looking for you, Campion; you thought you’d shaken me off, didn’t you?” His drooping figure surged towards them in the gloom; he sounded privately pleased with himself.
“A fair cop,” agreed Mr. Campion. “I didn’t realize it was a battle of giants. What have you done? Demoted yourself? I thought you got other ranks to do this sort of thing. Just the labour shortage, I suppos
