‘Then you think if I go to Philip and tell him the worst and say that I’m sorry he’ll forgive me?’ she said as they parted.
‘If he’s human he’ll forgive you anything,’ Mr Campion assured her gallantly.
Juliet sighed. ‘Age does improve the manners,’ she said unnecessarily. ‘I’ll forgive you for disappointing me about the burglaries. I really had hoped to get all the dirt. Good-bye.’
‘Damn the burglaries!’ said Mr Campion and took a taxi home.
Three days later he said the same thing again, but for a different reason. This reason arrived by post. It came in a fragrant green box designed to contain a large flask of familiar perfume and it lay upon his breakfast table winking at him with evil amusement. It was Mrs Dacre’s ruby-and-diamond dog collar and it was not alone. In a nest of cotton
