“I heard a noise,” explained Mr. Bateman severely. “I thought burglars had got in and I came down to see.”

Jimmy looked thoughtfully at Mr. Bateman’s rubber-soled feet.

“You think of everything, Pongo,” he said genially. “Even a lethal weapon.”

His eye rested on the bulge in the other’s pocket.

“It’s as well to be armed. One never knows whom one may meet.”

“I am glad you didn’t shoot,” said Jimmy. “I’m a bit tired of being shot at.”

“I might easily have done so,” said Mr. Bateman.