Taking advantage of being dummy, Mr. Bateman was going to his room for a handkerchief. He paused on his way and took in the situation at a glance. He then made a comment, a simple and practical one.

“He will hear them ticking when he goes to bed.”

The conspirators looked at each other.

“What did I tell you?” said Jimmy in a reverent voice. “Pongo always did have brains!”

The brainy one passed on.

“It’s true,” admitted Ronny Devereux, his hand on one side. “Eight clocks all ticking at once do make a devil of a row. Even old Gerry, ass as he is, couldn’t miss it. He’ll guess something’s up.”

“I wonder if he is,” said Jimmy Thesiger.