“Oh!” said Bundle. “That’s not very exciting.”

“You never know,” said Jimmy kindly. “You may be murdered in your sleep whilst Bill and I escape scot-free.”

“Well, there’s always that possibility. Do you know, Jimmy, I don’t half like the look of that countess. I suspect her.”

“Nonsense,” cried Bill hotly. “She’s absolutely above suspicion.”

“How do you know?” retorted Bundle.

“Because I do. Why, one of the fellows at the Hungarian Embassy vouched for her.”

“Oh!” said Bundle, momentarily taken aback by his fervour.

“You girls are all the same,” grumbled Bill. “Just because she’s a jolly good-looking woman⁠—”