Mr Campion considered. ‘I noticed the old man when he came in this afternoon,’ he said. ‘He was looking remarkably well.’
Fielding smiled wryly. ‘If you’d gone close to him you’d have been amazed,’ he said. ‘I was when I got him into the cab. It’s vanity, I suppose, but the amount of time he must spend while his man gets him ready for the day must be considerable. It’s gone on for so many years, I suppose, that the little additions and adjustments have mounted up, but what began presumably as a toupee is now damned nearly a wig, I can tell you. I don’t think you’d have seen any ill effects of a drug, even if there were any. Still, I’ve talked too much. Will you have a shot at it?’
Mr Campion would not commit himself. ‘I’ll have a look round,’ he said. ‘I can’t promise anything. It sounds
