“And what happened then?”

But Jimmy was looking round for something.

“Where’s Leopold? The pride of the blue-nosed automatics?”

Battle indicated the pistol on the table.

“Is this yours, Mr. Thesiger?”

“That’s right. That’s little Leopold. How many shots have been fired?”

“One shot.”

Jimmy looked chagrined.

“I’m disappointed in Leopold,” he murmured. “I can’t have pressed the button properly, or he’d have gone on shooting.”