“It’s after breakfast,” said Bundle.

“Or even after breakfast. We’ve got a perfectly good hypothesis which fits the facts⁠—and you won’t have it at any price, simply because, like the old riddle, you want to make things more difficult.”

“I’m sorry,” said Bundle, “but I cling passionately to a mysterious No. 7 being a member of the house-party.”

“What does Bill think?”

“Bill,” said Bundle coldly, “is impossible.”

“Oh!” said Jimmy. “I suppose you’ve told him about the Countess? He ought to be warned. Heaven knows what he’ll go blabbing about otherwise.”

“He won’t hear a word against her,” said Bundle. “He’s⁠—oh, simply idiotic. I wish you’d drive it home to him about that mole.”