“But why did you shoot him?”
“ I didn’t shoot him.”
“You shouldn’t shoot people,” said Lord Caterham in a tone of mild remonstrance. “You shouldn’t really. I daresay some of them richly deserve it—but all the same it will lead to trouble.”
“I tell you I didn’t shoot him.”
“Well, who did?”
“Nobody knows,” said Bundle.
“Nonsense,” said Lord Caterham. “A man can’t be shot and run over without anyone having done it.”
“He wasn’t run over,” said Bundle.
“I thought you said he was.”
“I said I thought I had.”
“A tyre burst, I suppose,” said Lord Caterham. “That does sound like a shot. It says so in detective stories.”
“You really are perfectly impossible, Father. You don’t seem to have the brains of a rabbit.”
“Not at all,” said Lord Caterham. “You come in with a wildly impossible tale about men being run over and shot and I don’t know what, and then you expect me to know all about it by magic.”
Bundle sighed wearily.
“Just attend,” she said. “I’ll tell you all about it in words of one syllable.”
“There,” she said when she had concluded. “Now have you got it?”