The key was easily found, the baize-lined door swung back and the three entered. The room was exactly as Bundle had seen it before, with the seven chairs grouped round the table. Jimmy surveyed it for a minute or two in silence. Then his eye went to the two cupboards.
“Which is the cupboard you hid in, Bundle?”
“This one.”
Jimmy went to it and flung the door open.
The same collection of miscellaneous glassware covered the shelves.
“We shall have to shift all this stuff,” he murmured. “Run down and get Bill, Loraine. There’s no need for him to keep watch outside any longer.”
Loraine ran off.
“What are you going to do?” inquired Bundle impatiently.
Jimmy was down on his knees, trying to peer through the crack of the other cupboard door.
“Wait till Bill comes and you shall hear the whole story. This is his staff work—and a jolly creditable bit of work it is. Hallo—what’s Loraine flying up the stairs for as though she’d got a mad bull after her?”
Loraine was indeed racing up the stairs as fast as she could. She burst in upon them with an ashen face and terror in her eyes.
“Bill—Bill—Oh, Bundle—Bill!”
“What about Bill?”
Jimmy caught her by the shoulder.
“For God’s sake, Loraine, what’s happened?”