“All right. Here goes. Heads you first and I second. Tails, vice versa.”
Bill nodded. The coin spun in the air.
Jimmy bent to look at it.
“Tails,” he said.
“Damn,” said Bill. “You get first half and probably any fun that’s going.”
“Oh, you never know,” said Jimmy. “Criminals are very uncertain. What time shall I wake you? Three-thirty?”
“That’s about fair, I think.”
And now, at last, Bundle spoke:
“What about me ?” she asked.
“Nothing doing. You go to bed and sleep.”
“Oh!” said Bundle. “That’s not very exciting.”
“You never know,” said Jimmy kindly. “You may be murdered in your sleep whilst Bill and I escape scot-free.”
“Well, there’s always that possibility. Do you know, Jimmy, I don’t half like the look of that countess. I suspect her.”
“Nonsense,” cried Bill hotly. “She’s absolutely above suspicion.”
“How do you know?” retorted Bundle.
“Because I do. Why, one of the fellows at the Hungarian Embassy vouched for her.”
“Oh!” said Bundle, momentarily taken aback by his fervour.