Now it may be said at once that in the foregoing conversation each one ofthe three participants had, as it were, held something in reserve. That“Nobody tells everything” is a very true motto.
It may be questioned, for instance, if Loraine Wade1 was perfectly2 sin-cere in her account of the motives3 which had led her to seek out JimmyThesiger.
In the same way, Jimmy Thesiger himself had various ideas and plansconnected with the forthcoming party at George Lomax’s which he had nointention of revealing to—say, Bundle.
And Bundle herself had a fully-fledged plan which she proposed to putinto immediate4 execution and which she had said nothing whateverabout.
On leaving Jimmy Thesiger’s rooms, she drove to Scotland Yard, whereshe asked for Superintendent5 Battle.
Superintendent Battle was rather a big man. He worked almost entirelyon cases of a delicate political nature. On such a case he had come toChimneys four years ago, and Bundle was frankly6 trading on his remem-bering this fact.
After a short delay, she was taken along several corridors and into theSuperintendent’s private room. Battle was a stolid- looking man with awooden face. He looked supremely7 unintelligent and more like a commis-sionaire than a detective.
He was standing8 by the window when she entered, gazing in an expres-sionless manner at some sparrows.
“Good afternoon, Lady Eileen,” he said. “Sit down, won’t you?”
“Thank you,” said Bundle. “I was afraid you mightn’t remember me.”
“Always remember people,” said Battle. He added: “Got to in my job.”
“Oh!” said Bundle, rather damped.
“And what can I do for you?” inquired the Superintendent.
Bundle came straight to the point.
“I’ve always heard that you people at Scotland Yard have lists of allsecret societies and things like that that are formed in London.”
“We try to keep up to date,” said Superintendent Battle cautiously.
“I suppose a great many of them aren’t really dangerous.”
“We’ve got a very good rule to go by,” said Battle. “The more they talk,the less they’ll do. You’d be surprised how well that works out.”
“And I’ve heard that very often you let them go on?”
Battle nodded.
“That’s so. Why shouldn’t a man call himself a Brother of Liberty andmeet twice a week in a cellar and talk about rivers of blood—it won’t hurteither him or us. And if there is trouble any time, we know where to layour hands on him.”
“But sometimes, I suppose,” said Bundle slowly, “a society may be moredangerous than anyone imagines?”
“Very unlikely,” said Battle.
“But it might happen,” persisted Bundle.
“Oh, it might,” admitted the Superintendent.
There was a moment or two’s silence. Then Bundle said quietly:
“Superintendent Battle, could you give me a list of secret societies thathave their headquarters in Seven Dials?”
It was Superintendent Battle’s boast that he had never been seen to dis-play emotion. But Bundle could have sworn that just for a moment hiseyelids flickered9 and he looked taken back. Only for a moment, however.
He was his usual wooden self as he said:
“Strictly speaking, Lady Eileen, there’s no such place as Seven Dialsnowadays.”
“No?”
“No. Most of it is pulled down and rebuilt. It was rather a low quarteronce, but it’s very respectable and high class nowadays. Not at all a ro-mantic spot to poke10 about in for mysterious secret societies.”
“Oh!” said Bundle, rather nonplussed11.
“But all the same I should very much like to know what put that neigh-bourhood into your head, Lady Eileen.”
“Have I got to tell you?”
“Well, it saves trouble, doesn’t it? We know where we are, so to speak.”
Bundle hesitated for a minute.
“There was a man shot yesterday,” she said slowly. “I thought I had runover him—”
“Mr. Ronald Devereux?”
“You know about it, of course. Why has there been nothing in the pa-pers?”
“Do you really want to know that, Lady Eileen?”
“Yes, please.”
“Well, we just thought we should like to have a clear twenty-four hours—see? It will be in the papers tomorrow.”
“Oh!” Bundle studied him, puzzled.
What was hidden behind that immovable face? Did he regard the shoot-ing of Ronald Devereux as an ordinary crime or as an extraordinary one?
“He mentioned Seven Dials when he was dying,” said Bundle slowly.
“Thank you,” said Battle. “I’ll make a note of that.”
He wrote a few words on the blotting12 pad in front of him.
Bundle started on another tack13.
“Mr. Lomax, I understand, came to see you yesterday about a threaten-ing letter he had had.”
“He did.”
“And that was written from Seven Dials.”
“It had Seven Dials written at the top if it, I believe.”
Bundle felt as though she was battering14 hopelessly on a locked door.
“If you’ll let me advise you, Lady Eileen—”
“I know what you’re going to say.”
“I should go home and—well, think no more about these matters.”
“Leave it to you, in fact?”
“Well,” said Superintendent Battle, “after all, we are the professionals.”
“And I’m only an amateur? Yes, but you forget one thing—I mayn’t haveyour knowledge and skill—but I have one advantage over you. I can workin the dark.”
She thought that the Superintendent seemed a little taken aback, asthough the force of her words struck home.
“Of course,” said Bundle, “if you won’t give me a list of secret societies—”
“Oh! I never said that. You shall have a list of the whole lot.”
He went to the door, put his head through and called out something,then came back to his chair. Bundle, rather unreasonably15, felt baffled. Theease with which he acceded16 to her request seemed to her suspicious. Hewas looking at her now in a placid17 fashion.
“Do you remember the death of Mr. Gerald Wade?” she asked abruptly18.
“Down at your place, wasn’t it? Took an overdraught of sleeping mix-ture.”
“His sister says he never took things to make him sleep.”
“Ah!” said the Superintendent. “You’d be surprised what a lot of thingsthere are that sisters don’t know.”
Bundle again felt baffled. She sat in silence till a man came in with atypewritten sheet of paper, which he handed to the Superintendent.
“Here you are,” said the latter when the other had left the room. “TheBlood Brothers of St. Sebastian. The Wolf Hounds. The Comrades of Peace.
The Comrades Club. The Friends of Oppression. The Children of Moscow.
The Red Standard Bearers. The Herrings. The Comrades of the Fallen—and half a dozen more.”
He handed it to her with a distinct twinkle in his eye.
“You give it to me,” said Bundle, “because you know it’s not going to bethe slightest use to me. Do you want me to leave the whole thing alone?”
“I should prefer it,” said Battle. “You see—if you go messing around allthese places—well, it’s going to give us a lot of trouble.”
“Looking after me, you mean?”
“Looking after you, Lady Eileen.”
Bundle had risen to her feet. Now she stood undecided. So far the hon-ours lay with Superintendent Battle. Then she remembered one slight in-cident, and she based her last appeal upon it.
“I said just now that an amateur could do some things which a profes-sional couldn’t. You didn’t contradict me. That’s because you’re an honestman, Superintendent Battle. You knew I was right.”
“Go on,” said Battle quickly.
“At Chimneys you let me help. Won’t you let me help now?”
Battle seemed to be turning the thing over in his mind. Emboldened19 byhis silence, Bundle continued.
“You know pretty well what I’m like, Superintendent Battle. I butt20 intothings. I’m a Nosy21 Parker. I don’t want to get in your way or to try and dothings that you’re doing and can do a great deal better. But if there’s achance for an amateur, let me have it.”
Again there was a pause, and then Superintendent Battle said quietly:
“You couldn’t have spoken fairer than you have done, Lady Eileen. ButI’m just going to say this to you. What you propose is dangerous. Andwhen I say dangerous, I mean dangerous.”
“I’ve grasped that,” said Bundle. “I’m not a fool.”
“No,” said Superintendent Battle. “Never knew a young lady who wasless so. What I’ll do for you, Lady Eileen, is this. I’ll just give you one littlehint. And I’m doing it because I never have thought much of the motto‘Safety First.’ In my opinion all the people who spend their lives avoidingbeing run over by buses had much better be run over and put safely out ofthe way. They’re no good.”
This remarkable22 utterance23 issuing from the conventional lips of Super-intendent Battle quite took Bundle’s breath away.
“What was that hint you were going to give me?” she asked at last.
“You know Mr. Eversleigh, don’t you?”
“Know Bill? Why, of course, But what—?”
“I think Mr. Bill Eversleigh will be able to tell you all you want to knowabout Seven Dials.”
“Bill knows about it? Bill?”
“I didn’t say that. Not at all. But I think, being a quick-witted young lady,you’ll get what you want from him.
“And now,” said Superintendent Battle firmly, “I’m not going to say an-other word.”

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