It was just on the appointed hour of twelve o’clock that Bundle and Lo-raine entered the park gates, having left the Hispano at an adjacent gar-age.
Lady Coote greeted the two girls with surprise, but distinct pleasure, andimmediately pressed them to stay to lunch.
O’Rourke, who had been reclining in an immense armchair, began atonce to talk with great animation1 to Loraine, who was listening with halfan ear to Bundle’s highly technical explanation of the mechanical troublewhich had affected2 the Hispano.
“And we said,” ended Bundle, “how marvellous that the brute3 shouldhave broken down just here! Last time it happened was on a Sunday at aplace called Little Speddlington under the Hill. And it lived up to its name,I can tell you.”
“That would be a grand name on the films,” remarked O’Rourke.
“Birthplace of the simple country maiden,” suggested Socks.
“I wonder now,” said Lady Coote, “where Mr. Thesiger is?”
“He’s in the billiard room, I think,” said Socks. “I’ll fetch him.”
She went off, but had hardly gone a minute when Rupert Bateman ap-peared upon the scene, with the harassed4 and serious air usual to him.
“Yes, Lady Coote? Thesiger said you were asking for me. How do you do,Lady Eileen—”
He broke off to greet the two girls, and Loraine immediately took thefield.
“Oh, Mr. Bateman! I’ve been wanting to see you. Wasn’t it you who wastelling me what to do for a dog when he is continually getting sore paws?”
The secretary shook his head.
“It must have been someone else, Miss Wade6. Though, as a matter offact, I do happen to know—”
“What a wonderful man you are,” interrupted Loraine. “You knowabout everything.”
“One should keep abreast7 of modern knowledge,” said Mr. Bateman ser-iously. “Now about your dog’s paws—”
Terence O’Rourke murmured sotto voce to Bundle:
“ ’Tis a man like that writes all those little paragraphs in the weekly pa-pers. ‘It is not generally known that to keep a brass8 fender uniformlybright, etc;’ ‘The dorper beetle9 is one of the most interesting characters inthe insect world;’ ‘The marriage customs of the Fingalese Indian;’ and soon.”
“General information, in fact.”
“And what more horrible two words could you have?” said Mr.
O’Rourke, and added piously10: “Thank the heavens above I’m an educatedman and know nothing whatever upon any subject at all.”
“I see you’ve got clock golf here,” said Bundle to Lady Coote.
“I’ll take you on it, Lady Eileen,” said O’Rourke.
“Let’s challenge those two,” said Bundle. “Loraine, Mr. O’Rourke and Iwant to take you and Mr. Bateman on at clock golf.”
“Do play, Mr. Bateman,” said Lady Coote, as the secretary showed a mo-mentary hesitation11. “I’m sure Sir Oswald doesn’t want you.”
The four went out on the lawn.
“Very cleverly managed, what?” whispered Bundle to Loraine. “Congrat-ulations on our girlish tact12.”
The round ended just before one o’clock, victory going to Bateman andLoraine.
“But I think you’ll agree with me, partner,” said Mr. O’Rourke, “that weplayed a more sporting game.”
He lagged a little behind with Bundle.
“Old Pongo’s a cautious player—and takes no risks. Now, with me it’sneck or nothing. And a fine motto through life, don’t you agree, LadyEileen?”
“Hasn’t it ever landed you in trouble?” asked Bundle laughing.
“To be sure it has. Millions of times. But I’m still going strong. Sure, it’lltake the hangman’s noose13 to defeat Terence O’Rourke.”
Just then Jimmy Thesiger strolled round the corner of the house.
“Bundle, by all that’s wonderful!” he exclaimed.
“You’ve missed competing in the Autumn Meeting,” said O’Rourke.
“I’d gone for a stroll,” said Jimmy. “Where did these girls drop from?”
“We came on our flat feet,” said Bundle. “The Hispano let us down.”
And she narrated14 the circumstances of the breakdown15.
Jimmy listened with sympathetic attention.
“Hard luck,” he vouchsafed16. “If it’s going to take some time, I’ll run youback in my car after lunch.”
A gong sounded at that moment and they all went in. Bundle observedJimmy covertly17. She thought she had noticed an unusual note of exultancein his voice. She had the feeling that things had gone well.
After lunch they took a polite leave of Lady Coote, and Jimmy volun-teered to run them down to the garage in his car. As soon as they had star-ted the same words burst simultaneously18 from both girls’ lips:
“Well?”
Jimmy chose to be provoking.
“Well?”
“Oh, pretty hearty19, thanks. Slight indigestion owing to overindulgence indry biscuits.”
“But what has happened?”
“I tell you. Devotion to the cause made me eat too many dry biscuits. Butdid our hero flinch20? No, he did not.”
“Oh, Jimmy,” said Loraine reproachfully, and he softened21.
“What do you really want to know?”
“Oh, everything. Didn’t we do it well? I mean, the way we kept Pongoand Terence O’Rourke in play.”
“I congratulate you on the handling of Pongo. O’Rourke was probably asitter—but Pongo is made of other stuff. There’s only one word for that lad—it was in the Sunday Newsbag crossword22 last week. Word of ten lettersmeaning everywhere at once. Ubiquitous. That described Pongo down tothe ground. You can’t go anywhere without running into him—and theworst of it is you never hear him coming.”
“You think he’s dangerous?”
“Dangerous? Of course he’s not dangerous. Fancy Pongo being danger-ous. He’s an ass5. But, as I said just now, he’s an ubiquitous ass. He doesn’teven seem to need sleep like ordinary mortals. In fact, to put it bluntly, thefellow’s a damned nuisance.”
And, in a somewhat aggrieved23 manner, Jimmy described the events ofthe previous evening.
Bundle was not very sympathetic.
“I don’t know what you think you’re doing anyway, mooching aroundhere.”
“No 7,” said Jimmy crisply. “That’s what I’m after. No 7.”
“And you think you’ll find him in this house?”
“I thought I might find a clue.”
“And you didn’t?”
“Not last night—no.”
“But this morning,” said Loraine, breaking in suddenly. “Jimmy, you didfind something this morning. I can see it by your face.”
“Well, I don’t know if it is anything. But during the course of my stroll—”
“Which stroll didn’t take you far from the house, I imagine.”
“Strangely enough, it didn’t. Round trip of the interior, we might call it.
Well, as I say, I don’t know whether there’s anything in it or not. But Ifound this.”
With the celerity of a conjurer he produced a small bottle and tossed itover to the girls. It was half full of a white powder.
“What do you think it is?” asked Bundle.
“A white crystalline powder, that’s what it is,” said Jimmy. “And to anyreader of detective fiction those words are both familiar and suggestive.
Of course, if it turns out to be a new kind of patent tooth powder, I shall bechagrined and annoyed.”
“Where did you find it?” asked Bundle sharply.
“Ah!” said Jimmy, “that’s my secret.”
And from that point he would not budge24 in spite of cajolery and insult.
“Here we are at the garage,” he said. “Let’s hope the high-mettled His-pano has not been subjected to any indignities25.”
The gentleman at the garage presented a bill for five shillings and madea few vague remarks about loose nuts. Bundle paid him with a sweetsmile.
“It’s nice to know we all get money for nothing sometimes,” she mur-mured to Jimmy.
The three stood together in the road, silent for the moment as they eachpondered the situation.
“I know,” said Bundle suddenly.
“Know what?”
“Something I meant to ask you—and nearly forgot. Do you rememberthat glove Superintendent26 Battle found—the half-burnt one?”
“Yes.”
“Didn’t you say that he tried it on your hand?”
“Yes—it was a shade big. That fits in with the idea of its being a big,hefty man who wore it.”
“That’s not at all what I’m bothering about. Never mind the size of it.
George and Sir Oswald were both there too, weren’t they?”
“Yes.”
“He could have given it to either of them to fit on?”
“Yes, of course—”
“But he didn’t. He chose you. Jimmy, don’t you see what that means?”
Mr. Thesiger stared at her.
“I’m sorry, Bundle. Possibly the jolly old brain isn’t functioning as wellas usual, but I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t you see, Loraine?”
Loraine looked at her curiously27, but shook her head.
“Does it mean anything in particular?”
“Of course it does. Don’t you see—Jimmy had his right hand in a sling28.”
“By Jove, Bundle,” said Jimmy slowly. “It was rather odd now I come tothink of it; it’s being a left-hand glove, I mean. Battle never said anything.”
“He wasn’t going to draw attention to it. By trying it on you it might passwithout notice being drawn29 to it, and he talked about the size just to puteverybody off. But surely it must mean that the man who shot at you heldthe pistol in his left hand.”
“So we’ve got to look for a left-handed man,” said Loraine thoughtfully.
“Yes, and I’ll tell you another thing. That was what Battle was doinglooking through the golf clubs. He was looking for a left-handed man’s.”
“By Jove,” said Jimmy suddenly.
“What is it?”
“Well, I don’t suppose there’s anything in it, but it’s rather curious.”
He retailed30 the conversation at tea the day before.
“So Sir Oswald Coote is ambidexterous?” said Bundle.
“Yes. And I remember now on that night at Chimneys—you know, thenight Gerry Wade died—I was watching the bridge and thinking idly howawkwardly someone was dealing31—and then realizing that it was becausethey were dealing with the left hand. Of course, it must have been Sir Os-wald.”
They all three looked at each other. Loraine shook her head.
“A man like Sir Oswald Coote! It’s impossible. What could he have togain by it?”
“It seems absurd,” said Jimmy. “And yet—”
“No 7 has his own ways of working,” quoted Bundle softly. “Supposingthis is the way Sir Oswald has really made his fortune?”
“But why stage all that comedy at the Abbey when he’d had the formulaat his own works?”
“There might be ways of explaining that,” said Loraine. “The same lineof argument you used about Mr. O’Rourke. Suspicion had to be divertedfrom him and placed in another quarter.”
Bundle nodded eagerly.
“It all fits in. Suspicion is to fall on Bauer and the Countess. Who onearth would ever dream of suspecting Sir Oswald Coote?”
“I wonder if Battle does,” said Jimmy slowly.
Some chord of memory vibrated in Bundle’s mind. Superintendent Battleplucking an ivy32 leaf off the millionaire’s coat.
Had Battle suspected all the time?

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