“Don’t you see, Loraine?”

Loraine looked at her curiously, but shook her head.

“Does it mean anything in particular?”

“Of course it does. Don’t you see⁠—Jimmy had his right hand in a sling.”

“By Jove, Bundle,” said Jimmy slowly. “It was rather odd now I come to think of it; its being a left-hand glove, I mean. Battle never said anything.”

“He wasn’t going to draw attention to it. By trying it on you it might pass without notice being drawn to it, and he talked about the size just to put everybody off. But surely it must mean that the man who shot at you held the pistol in his left hand.”

“So we’ve got to look for a left-handed man,” said Loraine thoughtfully.