“Didn’t you say that he tried it on your hand?”

“Yes⁠—it was a shade big. That fits in with the idea of its being a big, hefty man who wore it.”

“That’s not at all what I’m bothering about. Never mind the size of it. George and Sir Oswald were both there too, weren’t they?”

“Yes.”

“He could have given it to either of them to fit on?”

“Yes, of course⁠—”

“But he didn’t. He chose you. Jimmy, don’t you see what that means?”

Mr. Thesiger stared at her.

“I’m sorry, Bundle. Possibly the jolly old brain isn’t functioning as well as usual, but I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about.”