Extraordinary girl, Bundle! Fancy having the nerve and the daring actually to get into the midst of that Seven Dials place. Why hadnāt he the nerve and initiative to think of that? He supposed because the thing was so fantastic.
No. 7. Who the hell could No. 7 be? Was he, perhaps, in the house at this minute? Disguised as a servant. He couldnāt, surely, be one of the guests. No, that was impossible. But then, the whole thing was impossible. If he hadnāt believed Bundle to be essentially truthfulā āwell, he would have thought she had invented the whole thing.
He yawned. Queer, to feel sleepy, and yet at the same time strung up. He looked again at his watch. Ten minutes to two. Time was getting on.
And then, suddenly, he held his breath and leaned forward, listening. He had heard something.