That didnāt fit in. That didnāt fit in at all. For it was that very night that Gerry Wade had taken such a heavy dose of chloral that he never woke again. And if what he had written in that letter were true, why should he have taken it?
Bundle shook her head. She looked round the room and gave a slight shiver. Supposing Gerry Wade were watching her now. In this room he had diedā āā ā¦
She sat very still. The silence was unbroken save for the ticking of her little gold clock that sounded unnaturally loud and important.
Bundle glanced towards the mantelpiece. A vivid picture rose before her mindās eye. The dead man lying on the bed, and seven clocks ticking on the mantelpieceā āticking loudly, ominouslyā āā ā¦ tickingā āā ā¦ tickingā āā ā¦