“Incredible!” said George Lomax. “Battle, what has happened ?”

Battle gave him a look, and George’s discreet habits assumed their usual sway.

“Now then,” he said, moving to the door, “everyone go back to bed, please. There’s been a⁠—er⁠—”

“A little accident,” said Superintendent Battle easily.

“A⁠—er⁠—an accident. I shall be much obliged if everyone will go back to bed.”

Everyone was clearly reluctant to do so.

“Lady Coote⁠—please⁠—”

“The poor boy,” said Lady Coote in a motherly fashion.

She rose from a kneeling position with great reluctance. And as she did so, Jimmy stirred and sat up.