Chapter 44

‘Still playing Snakes and Ladders, I see,’ said Campion cheerfully. ‘I wonder what explanation they’ll give the authorities. That ought to trouble Mr Datchett, I fancy.’ ‘Datchett?’ said Biddy quickly. ‘The fortune teller? Is that who it was?’ ‘Mr Datchett it was,’ said Campion grimly. ‘About the worst type imaginable—a blackmailer.’ ‘Of course, our friend Thos is—’ began Marlowe softly. Mr Campion grimaced at him. ‘What do you want to bring that up for?’ he said, and they drove on in silence. By tacit consent no w…