Alfred produced a key and opened the door. Bundle passed in. Alfred, troubled and sheepish, followed her. Bundle sat down and looked straight at the uncomfortable Alfred.

“I suppose you know,” she said crisply, “that what you’re doing here is dead against the law?”

Alfred shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

“It’s true as we’ve been raided twice,” he admitted. “But nothing compromising was found, owing to the neatness of Mr. Mosgorovsky’s arrangements.”

“I’m not talking of the gambling only,” said Bundle. “There’s more than that⁠—probably a great deal more than you know. I’m going to ask you a direct question, Alfred, and I should like the truth, please. How much were you paid for leaving Chimneys? ”