Campion had to screw up his eyes to see at all after the dimness indoors. Out here the light was like diamonds, and Luggâs face, vast and slightly mischievous, loomed against a blaze of green and white. âIt wasnât nobodyâs fault.â The fat manâs growl was lowered confidentially. âShe came âopping along the path like an ole she-âare, sniffinâ this way and that. There we all was, me and the Super and the Sergeant and the bobby and the doctor âooâd just arrived. None of us saw her until she was right on top of us. I put up me âand but I might as well âave tried to stop an âen taking sights of a bit oâ grub. She darted round me and give a refined laugh. âOo, whatâs a-goinâ hon âere?â â He sniffed. âShe fahnd out. Just then orf come âis âat, and lord luvaduck!â
âDid she recognise him?â enquired Mr. Campion with interest.
âCouldnât say.â Lugg was thoughtful. âMight âave done. But just as easy might not. The way âe was lookinâ I doubt if âis wife could have took to him.â
âDid she scream?â
âMore of a whistle, like a train. Then she started to âeave. The old Super, âeâs no amachoor, give me the sign to take âer away and no loiterinâ. I supported of âer in.â
He was pleased about something. A fresh masculinity appeared to have been aroused in that well-bolstered breast, and his small black eyes turned towards the door. âPore ole maid,â he said.
âDid you find out anything new about the corpse.â
âFracture of the occiput. I made that out as I was supporting of her orf. The bloke was only sayinâ the obvious, you could âear that. âE âadnât got down to nothing.â
A foolish little ditty from his undergraduate days crept into Mr. Campionâs mind and mingled with the hum of the bees and the bird song.
âSand in his little socks he put
And wopped her on the occiputâ
âAny sign of a weapon yet?â he enquired.
âNo.â
âYouâd better get back.â
âIn a minute.â The small eyes had developed porcine indignation. âDâyou know what you remind me of? A midwife, knowinâ a confinementâs goinâ on in the next room and canât get at it. For âeavenâs sake! I thought youâd got private business âere to see to.â
He broke off. A small girl clutching the inevitable bottle to her bosom passed slowly across the end of the yard and vanished into the flower garden. A beatific smile spread over the white countenance.
âHo,â he said, âperhaps you know what you are a-doinâ of.â He paused, and added âSirâ as an afterthought. âYus, I see,â he went on with new enthusiasm, âthis âere âouse must be pertected. Iâll just step back into the kitchen to âave a dekko at something I noticed and then Iâll get back to the flics. They call rozzers that in France, did you know? I learnt it on the pickchers.â
Mr. Campion made no comment but followed him into the cool gloom of the house once more. Minnie and Miss Pinkerton were not visible, but Miss Diane was scrubbing the table, her huge red arms glowing and her earrings shaking until it seemed that the birds upon them must take flight. Mr. Lugg paused at the clean end of the board and leant upon it, his hands placed squarely on the damp surface. Miss Diane promptly ceased her toil to imitate him, so that they faced one another like poised buffalo, heads down for the charge.
âI seen you before,â said Lugg without preamble.
âI thought you âad,â she said woodenly, her clear skin bright in the shadowy room.
The fat manâs eyes were lost as he narrowed them in an effort of recollection.
âYou was on top of one of those ruddy