Perdreau was not easily roused. In response to Mr. Campion’s gentle pressure on his arm he opened his eyes and stared into the distance without comprehension or curiosity. The thin man continued his grip and finally the tired eyes began to focus.
“Campion,” he muttered. “I know you, don’t I? What odd wind brings you here?” His whisper was hoarse and he licked his lips as if he had spent the day in a high fever.
Apart from a quartet of dowagers gossiping in a far corner the room was deserted.
“I’ve come from Lottie. She—er—guessed or deduced where you might be. What happened to you on Saturday night?”
Perdreau ran his hands through his hair, pressing his temples. He was not unkempt though his oversize bow tie was loose and the collar unbuttoned.
“Saturday night? And today is Monday, th
