CHAPTER 3
‘SOMETHING RATHER TERRIFYING...’‘If you don’t mind pulling up here I’ll get out. This is the house, you see.’
The words were murmured apologetically into Mr Campion’s ear as the elderly Bentley sped down the London Road towards the towers and spires of a deserted Cambridge out of term. He slowed down obediently and glanced with curiosity at a great dark house on the opposite side of the road. From where they sat a large portion of the building was visible through the decorated iron-work of the drive gates.
Mr Campion’s pale face wore an inquiring expression. ‘It hasn’t altered outside,’ he said.
‘Or inside,’ said Joyce. ‘Does it occur to you,’ she added, lowering her voice a little, ‘that there’s something rather—rather awful about it?’
Somewhat to her relief the extraordina
