couple. At least, that’s how it’s done in books. As a matter of fact, the only cabinet minister I know drinks hot water with a dash of lemon in it.”
“Take George Lomax, for instance, can you imagine him being amorous with beautiful foreign women?” said Bundle with a laugh.
Jimmy agreed with her criticism.
“And now about the man of mystery— No. 7,” went on Jimmy. “You’ve no idea who he could be?”
“None whatever.”
“Again—by book standard, that is—he ought to be someone we all know. What about George Lomax himself?”
Bundle reluctantly shook her head.
“In a book it would be perfect,” she agreed. “But knowing Codders—” And she gave herself up to sudden uncontrollable mirth.
“Codders, the great criminal organiser,” she gasped. “Wouldn’t it be marvellous?”
Jimmy agreed that it would. Their discussion had taken some time and his driving had slowed down involuntarily once or twice. They arrived at Chimneys, to find Colonel Melrose already there waiting.
Jimmy was introduced to him and they all three proceeded to the inquest together.
As Colonel Melrose had predicted, the whole affair was very simple. Bundle gave her evidence. The doctor gave his. Evidence was given of rifle practice in the neighbourhood. A verdict of death by misadventure was brought in.