Chapter 24

‘Ah,’ said Mr Barber conversationally. ‘The dog. The animal sacred to the English.’ No one took any notice of the opening, but Giles glanced moodily at the little mongrel, vaguely seeking inspiration there. His reward was sudden and startling. Folded through the ring of the dog’s collar, and indubitably placed there by human hand, was a small twist of paper. Before he could speak, Campion had seen it also. He called the dog over to him. They watched him fascinated as he unwound the strip of paper and spread it out …