Bundle Brent

But I won't have Russian Jews saying so.

What were you doing last night, Bundle?

That's what I'm going to talk about, said Bundle.

Goodbye for the moment.

She hung up in a tantalizing manner which left Jimmy pleasantly puzzled.

He had the highest respect for Bundle's capabilities, though there was not the slightest trace of sentiment in his feeling towards her.

She's been up to something, he opined, as he took a last, hasty drink of coffee.

Depend upon it.

She's been up to something.

Twenty minutes later, his little two-seater drew up before the Brook Street house, and Bundle, who had been waiting, came tripping down the steps.

Jimmy was not ordinarily an observant young man, but he noticed that there were black rings around Bundle's eyes, and that she had all the appearance of having had a late night the night before.

Now then, he said, as the car began to nose her way through the suburbs.

What dark deeds have you been up to?

I'll tell you, said Bundle, but don't interrupt until I'm finished.

It was a somewhat long story, and Jimmy had all he could do to keep sufficient attention on the car to prevent an accident.

When Bundle had finished, he sighed, then looked at her searchingly.

"'Bundle?'

"'Yes.

Look here.

You're not pulling my leg.'