Chapter 43

‘Hullo!’ he shouted suddenly. ‘What’s that they’ve got there? A corpse?’ Marlowe turned to look with the rest of the crowd which surged forward, but he felt himself firmly grasped by the upper arm and forced forward through the oncoming mass. The arrival of a couple of policemen pressing back the tide finally covered their escape. As he reached the open street Campion’s voice sounded in his ear. ‘Now, since we’ve rung the bell pretty effectively, old bird,’ he murmured, ‘this, I think, is where we run away.’ 23 …