“Nonsense, you must have a gimlet⁠—perhaps you’ve got an auger as well. If you haven’t got what I want, you’ll have to go out and buy it, so you’d better try hard to find the right thing.”

Alfred departed and returned presently with quite a creditable assortment of tools.

Bundle seized what she wanted and proceeded swiftly and efficiently to bore a small hole at the level of her right eye. She did this from the outside so that it should be less noticeable, and she dared not make it too large lest it should attract attention.

“There, that’ll do,” she remarked at last.

“Oh, but, my lady, my lady⁠—”

“Yes?”

“But they’ll find you⁠—if they should open the door.”

“They won’t open the door,” said Bundle. “Because you are going to lock it and take the key away.”