“Seven Dials,” said Bundle, and shivered a little.
“Seven Dials,” said Jimmy gravely. “At any rate we’ve got that to go on with.”
Bundle turned to Loraine.
“You were just going to tell me—”
“Oh! yes. First, about the letter.” She spoke to Jimmy. “Gerry left a letter. Lady Eileen—”
“Bundle.”
“Bundle found it.” She explained the circumstances in a few words.
Jimmy listened, keenly interested. This was the first he had heard of the letter. Loraine took it from her bag and handed it to him. He read it, then looked across at her.
“This is where you can help us. What was it Gerry wanted you to forget?”
Loraine’s brows wrinkled a little in perplexity.
“It’s so hard to remember exactly now. I opened a letter of Gerry’s by mistake. It was written on cheap sort of paper, I remember, and very illiterate handwriting. It had some address in Seven Dials at the head of it. I realised it wasn’t for me, so I put it back in the envelope without reading it.”
“Sure?” asked Jimmy very gently.
Loraine laughed for the first time.
“I know what you think, and I admit that women are curious. But, you see, this didn’t even look interesting. It was a kind of list of names and