“Yes. I’m not talking about the gambling. I mean something far more serious. You don’t want to be sent to penal servitude, do you, Alfred?”

“Oh, Lord! my lady, you don’t mean it?”

“I was at Scotland Yard the day before yesterday,” said Bundle impressively. “I heard some very curious things. I want you to help me, Alfred, and if you do, well⁠—if things go wrong, I’ll put in a good word for you.”

“Anything I can do, I shall be only too pleased, my lady. I mean, I would anyway.”

“Well, first,” said Bundle, “I want to go all over this place⁠—from top to bottom.”

Accompanied by a mystified and scared Alfred, she made a very thorough tour of inspection. Nothing struck her eye till she came to the gaming room. There she noticed an inconspicuous door in a corner, and the door was locked.

Alfred explained readily.