Chapter 27

Still puzzled, flustered and annoyed, she watched him from the porch as he crossed the green and entered the park gates. Mr Campion swaggered consciously until he was well out of sight of the Dower House, when his shoulders drooped: he walked more slowly, and he allowed himself a profoundly mournful expression, which persisted until he reached the Manor. Marlowe was waiting for him. ‘I’ve got it all set, as we said last night,’ he said. ‘There’s one snag in it, however. Mr Barber wants to come up with us. He’s take…