6: The Map and the Compass
AS IT HAPPENED, Colonel Sanderstead failed to secure an opportunity to make even the incomplete revelation which he had projected. Cyril, it seemed, was not troubling his head about his uncle. In fact, as the Colonel came up, his nephew looked past him with a gathering scowl on his face, intent upon something which he saw further down the avenue.
“Here’s that damned ass Flitterwick coming up on his push-bike,” he announced, when the Colonel was near enough for conversation. “He’s likely to be a lot of use to us this morning, getting in everybody’s road and chattering drivel when one wants peace to think this affair out quietly. What the devil brings him here now, of all times?”
“Well, I suppose we’ve got to put up with it,” commented Colonel Sanderstead gloomi
