“I remember,” said Jimmy slowly. “I went in to⁠—to see poor old Gerry, and there were the clocks ranged along the mantelpiece. I remember noticing there were only seven⁠—not eight.”

He gave a sudden shiver and explained himself apologetically.

“Sorry. But somehow those clocks have always given me the shivers. I dream of them sometimes. I’d hate to go into that room in the dark and see them there in a row.”

“You wouldn’t be able to see them if it was dark,” said Bundle practically. “Not unless they had luminous dials⁠—Oh!” She gave a sudden gasp and the colour rushed into her cheeks. “Don’t you see? Seven Dials! ”

The others looked at her doubtfully, but she insisted with increasing vehemence.

“It must be. It can’t be a coincidence.”