Lord Caterham chuckled.
“It was very little good to her, if I remember rightly.”
“You’re impossible,” said Bundle, rising. “I shall have to get hold of Bill.”
“Do, dear,” said her father absently as he turned a page. “Certainly. By all means. Quite so.”
Bundle rose to her feet with an impatient sigh.
“I wish I could remember what that letter said,” she murmured, more to herself than aloud. “I didn’t read it very carefully. Something about a joke, that the Seven Dials business wasn’t a joke.”
Lord Caterham emerged suddenly from his catalogue.
“Seven Dials?” he said. “Of course. I’ve got it now.”
“Got what?”
“I know why it sounded so familiar. George Lomax has been over. Tredwell failed for once and let him in. He was on his way up to town. It seems he’s having some political party at the Abbey next week and he got a warning letter.”
“What do you mean by a warning letter?”
“Well, I don’t really know. He didn’t go into details. I gather it said ‘Beware’ and ‘Trouble is at hand,’ and all those sort of things. But anyway it was written from Seven Dials, I distinctly remember his saying so. He was going up to town to consult Scotland Yard about it. You know George?”
Bundle nodded. She was well acquainted with that public-spirited cabinet minister, George Lomax, His Majesty’s permanent Under