THE CASE OF THE WHITE ELEPHANTMr Campion, piloting his companion through the crowded courtyard at Burlington House, became aware of the old lady in the Daimler, partly because her chauffeur almost ran over him and partly because she gave him a stare of such vigorous and personal disapproval that he felt she must either know him very well indeed or have mistaken him for someone else entirely.
Juliet Fysher-Sprigge, who was leaning on his arm with all the weariness of a two-hour trek round the Academy’s Summer Exhibition, enlightened him.
‘We were not amused, were we?’ she said. ‘Old-fashioned people have minds that are just too prurient, my dear. After all, I have known you for years, haven’t I, and I’m not even married to Philip. Besides, the Academy is so respectable. It isn’t as though
