“Perhaps you won’t be the only one who’ll want to do that,” said Battle.
“Nobody could miss seeing you,” said Bundle rather spitefully.
The Superintendent seemed rather pleased than otherwise.
“I hope they won’t,” he said. “ No unpleasantness. That’s my motto. And if you’ll excuse me, Lady Eileen, I think it’s time you were going back to bed.”
The firmness of his tone admitted of no parley. Rather crestfallen, Bundle retraced her steps. She was halfway up the ivy when a sudden idea occurred to her, and she nearly relaxed her grip and fell.
Supposing Superintendent Battle suspected her .
There had been something—yes, surely there had been something in his manner that vaguely suggested the idea. She couldn’t help laughing as she crawled over the sill into her bedroom. Fancy the solid Superintendent suspecting her !
Though she had so far obeyed Battle’s orders as to return to her room, Bundle had no intention of going to bed and sleeping.
Nor did she think that Battle had really intended her to do so. He was not a man to expect impossibilities. And to remain quiescent when something daring and exciting might be going on was a sheer impossibility to Bundle.
She glanced at her watch. It was ten minutes to two. After a moment or two of irresolution, she cautiously opened her door.
Not a sound. Everything was still and peaceful. She stole cautiously along the passage.