Everyone looked at Socks with respect and admiration.

“It’s an idea,” said Bill.

“He’s subtle, that’s what it is,” said Socks. “You’ll see, he’ll be extra late for breakfast this morning⁠—just to show us.”

And since the clock now pointed to some minutes past twelve the general opinion was that Socks’s theory was a correct one. Only Ronny Devereux demurred.

“You forget, I was outside the door when the first one went off. Whatever old Gerry decided to do later, the first one must have surprised him. He’d have let out something about it. Where did you put it, Pongo?”

“On a little table close by his ear,” said Mr. Bateman.