THE ESTATE OF THE BECKONING LADY

That Mr. Campion has concentrated on the cryptic is recognized by his followers; that he is cryptic to the point of incomprehensibility may be deplored, in this his latest pursuit of suave, subterranean crime. A proper funeral, a dead body long needing such ceremonies, a fete champetre organized by a clutch of rare lunatics (opposed to taxation) — and your Mr. C.'s nose quivers while his mouthings are petulant. His wife Amanda is even more arcane in her knowledge of local tribal customs; his son Rupert, at a tender age wears his parents' mantle — all help to make a muckle out of a mickle. Just a hobbery for the snobbery.