“Surplus stuff as we don’t use,” explained Alfred. “You can see for yourself, my lady, there’s no place here as a cat could hide.”

But Bundle was examining the shelves.

“Flimsy work,” she said. “Now then, Alfred, have you got a cupboard downstairs where you could shove all this glass? You have! Good. Then get a tray and start to carry it down at once. Hurry⁠—there’s no time to lose.”

“You can’t, my lady. And it’s getting late, too. The cooks will be here any minute now.”

“ Mr. Mosgo-whatnot doesn’t come till later, I suppose?”

“He’s never here much before midnight. But oh, my lady⁠—”

“Don’t talk so much, Alfred,” said Bundle. “Get that tray. If you stay here arguing, you will get into trouble.”