Jon Hagadorn

"'First Gerald Wade.

Then Ronnie Devereaux.

Jerry Wade's death might have been natural, the result of carelessness, but Ronnie Devereaux surely bore a more sinister interpretation.'

And then Bundle remembered something else.

Seven dials.

When the dying man had said it, it had seemed vaguely familiar.

Now she knew why.

Gerald Wade had mentioned seven dials in that last letter of his written to his sister on the night before his death.

And that again connected up something else that escaped her.

Thinking all these things over, Bundle had slowed down to such a sober pace that nobody would have recognized her.

She drove the car round to the garage and went in search of her father.

Lord Catterham was happily reading a catalogue of a forthcoming sale of rare editions and was immeasurably astonished to see Bundle.

"'Even you,' he said, "'can't have been to London and back in this time.'

"'I haven't been to London,' said Bundle.

"'I ran over a man.'

"'What?'

"'Only I didn't really.

He was shot.'

How could he have been?

I don't know how he could have been, but he was.