“Haven’t the foggiest. Is it really necessary to take skeleton keys to the Cootes?”

“Well, I had a sort of idea they’d come in handy. You don’t know the sort of shop one gets them at?”

“What you want is a kindly burglar friend to show you the ropes.”

“I do, Bundle, I do. And unfortunately I haven’t got one. I thought perhaps your bright brain might grapple successfully with the problem. But I suppose I shall have to fall back upon Stevens as usual. He’ll be getting some funny ideas in his head soon about me⁠—first a blue-nosed automatic⁠—and now skeleton keys. He’ll think I’ve joined the criminal classes.”

“Jimmy?” said Bundle.

“Yes?”

“Look here⁠—be careful, won’t you? I mean if Sir Oswald finds you nosing around with skeleton keys⁠—well, I should think he could be very unpleasant when he likes.”