“Don’t you?”

Jimmy’s cherubic pink face clouded over.

“You’re right,” he said at last. “If that extraordinary rigmarole of Bundle’s is true⁠—and I suppose, incredible as it sounds, it must be true⁠—then we’re not safe till we’ve settled with⁠— No. 7!”

“And the others?”

“No⁠—the others don’t count. It’s No. 7 with his own ways of working that frightens me. Because I don’t know who he is or where to look for him.”

Loraine shivered.

“I’ve been frightened,” she said in a low voice. “Ever since Gerry’s death⁠ ⁠…”