He stood as though in thought, turning things over in his mind.
“What Mr. Thesiger was about, letting you run into danger like that, I can’t think,” he said presently.
“He didn’t know till afterwards,” said Bundle. “I’m not a complete mug, Superintendent Battle. And, anyway, he’s got his hands full looking after Miss Wade.”
“Is that so?” said the Superintendent. “Ah!”
He twinkled a little.
“I shall have to detail Mr. Eversleigh to look after you, Lady Eileen.”
“Bill!” said Bundle contemptuously. “But, Superintendent Battle, you haven’t heard the end of my story. The woman I saw there—Anna— No. 1. Yes, No. 1 is the Countess Radzky.”
And rapidly she went on to describe her recognition of the mole.
To her surprise the Superintendent hemmed and hawed.
“A mole isn’t much to go upon, Lady Eileen. Two women might have an identical mole very easily. You must remember that the Countess Radzky is a very well-known figure in Hungary.”
“Then this isn’t the real Countess Radzky. I tell you I’m sure this is the same woman I saw there. And look at her tonight—the way we found her. I don’t believe she ever fainted at all.”
“Oh, I shouldn’t say that, Lady Eileen. That empty shell striking the bookcase beside her might have frightened any woman half out of her wits.”
“But what was she doing there anyway? One doesn’t come down to look for a book with an electric torch.”