“Never,” said Bundle.
“Well, I’m taking special pains with that. It went on for years and was very complicated. I’m making it my subject. Nowadays one has to specialise.”
“I’ve got a lot of the same sort of things,” said Bundle. “Aunt Marcia gave them to me.”
“Aunt who?”
“Aunt Marcia—Father’s sister-in-law. She’s very political. In fact she’s going to get me invited to George’s party.”
“No? Oh, I say, that will be splendid.”
There was a pause and then Jimmy said:
“I say, I don’t think we’d better tell Loraine that—eh?”
“Perhaps not.”
“You see, she mayn’t like being out of it. And she really must be kept out of it.”
“Yes.”
“I mean you can’t let a girl like that run into danger!”
Bundle reflected that Mr. Thesiger was slightly deficient in tact. The prospect of her running into danger did not seem to give him any qualms whatever.
“Have you gone away?” asked Jimmy.
“No, I was only thinking.”
“I see. I say, are you going to the inquest tomorrow?”