“No, I was only thinking.”

“I see. I say, are you going to the inquest tomorrow?”

“Yes, are you?”

“Yes. By the way, it’s in the evening papers. But tucked away in a corner. Funny⁠—I should have thought they’d have made rather a splash about it.”

“Yes⁠—so should I.”

“Well,” said Jimmy, “I must be getting on with my task. I’ve just got to where Bolivia sent us a Note.”

“I suppose I must get on with my little lot,” said Bundle. “Are you going to swot at it all the evening?”

“I think so. Are you?”

“Oh, probably. Goodnight.”