CHAPTER 7
THE CONJURORMr Featherstone, senior, allowed a decent pause to elapse after his son’s narrative came to an end and then, arising from his chair, walked slowly across his big private office. When he turned, his extraordinarily handsome face wore an expression of deepest regret. Both Campion and Marcus, the only other occupants of the room, were startled by his quiet observation.
‘So it’s come,’ he said. ‘I wondered when the bad blood in that family was going to show. Forty-seven years have I been in practice and it had to happen at the end of the time. Well, I’ll go down and see Mrs Faraday this afternoon. You say she is taking complete control? An amazing woman—always has been. She is as shrewd and quick as ever she was, but I don’t think there’s a spark of feeling in her body,
