“That warning letter, you know,” said the Superintendent, “fairly put the wind up Mr. Lomax. Nothing would do for him but that I should come down myself.”

“But don’t you think⁠—” began Bundle, and stopped. She hardly liked to suggest to the Superintendent that his disguise was not a particularly efficient one. He seemed to have “police officer” written all over him, and Bundle could hardly imagine the most unsuspecting criminal failing to be put on his guard.

“You think,” said the Superintendent stolidly, “that I might be recognised?”

“I did think so⁠—yes⁠—” admitted Bundle.

Something that might conceivably have been intended for a smile crossed the woodenness of Superintendent Battle’s features.

“Put them on their guard, eh? Well, Lady Eileen, why not?”