Chapter 16

Campion remained silent for some moments, his hands thrust deep in his pockets. ‘I fancy,’ he said at last, hesitating as if he were weighing every word, ‘that there’s something more than ordinarily mysterious about that. Poor old boy!’ 8 The Envelope The change in the drawing-room in the Dower House was extraordinary. The cosiness, the peace had vanished. The fire had burned down to a few red and grey coals, the candles had shrunk in their sticks, and the room was cold and desolate. The two girls sat huddle…