“I will be down on Wednesday. Am feeling awfully fit and rather pleased with myself all round. It will be heavenly to see you. Look here, do forget what I said about that Seven Dials business. I thought it was going to be more or less of a joke⁠—but it isn’t⁠—anything but. I’m sorry I ever said anything about it⁠—it’s not the kind of business kids like you ought to be mixed up in. So forget about it, see?

“Something else I wanted to tell you⁠—but I’m so sleepy I can’t keep my eyes open.

“Oh, about Lurcher; I think⁠—”

Here the letter broke off. Bundle sat frowning. Seven Dials. Where was that? Some rather slummy district of London, she fancied. The words Seven Dials reminded her of something else, but for the moment she couldn’t think of what. Instead her attention fastened on two phrases. “Am feeling awfully fit⁠ ⁠…” and “I’m so sleepy I can’t keep my eyes open.”