Plans
Jimmy’s words lifted the discussion at once into a more practical sphere.
“All things considered,” he said, “we haven’t got much to go on. In fact, just the words Seven Dials. As a matter of fact I don’t even know exactly where Seven Dials is. But, anyway, we can’t very well comb out the whole of that district, house by house.”
“We could,” said Bundle.
“Well, perhaps we could eventually—though I’m not so sure. I imagine it’s a well-populated area. But it wouldn’t be very subtle.”
The word reminded him of the girl Socks and he smiled.
“Then, of course, there’s the part of the country where Ronny was shot. We could nose around there. But the police are probably doing everything we could do, and doing it much better.”
“What I like about you,” said Bundle sarcastically, “is your cheerful and optimistic disposition.”
“Never mind her, Jimmy,” said Loraine softly. “Go on.”
“Don’t be so impatient,” said Jimmy to Bundle. “All the best sleuths approach a case this way, by eliminating unnecessary and unprofitable investigation. I’m coming now to the third alternative—Gerald’s death. Now that we know it was murder—by the way, you do both believe that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” said Loraine.