surprise me very much, Loraine. I thought our simple Bill was enmeshed in the toils of the beautiful foreign adventuress. Bundle thinks so, I know.”
“Bundle may,” said Loraine. “But I tell you, Jimmy, it isn’t so.”
“Then what’s the big idea?”
“Don’t you think it possible that Bill is doing a bit of sleuthing on his own?”
“Bill? He hasn’t got the brains.”
“I’m not so sure. When a simple, muscular person like Bill does set out to be subtle, no one ever gives him credit for it.”
“And in consequence he can put in some good work. Yes, there’s something in that. But all the same I’d never have thought it of Bill. He’s doing the Countess’s little woolly lamb to perfection. I think you’re wrong, you know, Loraine. The Countess is an extraordinarily beautiful woman—not my type of course,” put in Mr. Thesiger hastily—“and old Bill has always had a heart like an hotel.”
Loraine shook her head, unconvinced.
“Well,” said Jimmy, “have it your own way. We seem to have more or less settled things. You go back with Bundle to Chimneys, and for heaven’s sake keep her from poking about in that Seven Dials place again. Heaven knows what will happen if she does.”
Loraine nodded.
“And now,” said Jimmy, “I think a few words with Lady Coote would be advisable.”