“It was very little good to her, if I remember rightly.”

“You’re impossible,” said Bundle, rising. “I shall have to get hold of Bill.”

“Do, dear,” said her father absently as he turned a page. “Certainly. By all means. Quite so.”

Bundle rose to her feet with an impatient sigh.

“I wish I could remember what that letter said,” she murmured, more to herself than aloud. “I didn’t read it very carefully. Something about a joke, that the Seven Dials business wasn’t a joke.”

Lord Caterham emerged suddenly from his catalogue.

“Seven Dials?” he said. “Of course. I’ve got it now.”

“Got what?”