"Well, this wasn't the same sort of thing as the last one," said Bundle soothingly. "I mean, it wasn't a murder." "It might have been--from the fuss that thick-head of an inspector made. He's never got over that business four years ago. He thinks every death that takes place here must necessarily be a case of foul play fraught with grave political significance. You've no idea the fuss he made. I've been hearing about it from Tredwell. Tested everything imaginable for fingerprints. And of course they only found the dead man's own. The clearest case imaginable--though whether it was suicide or accident is another matter." "I met Gerry Wade once," said Bundle. "He was a friend of Bill's. You'd have liked him, Father. I never saw anyone more cheerfully inefficient than he was." "I don't like anyone who comes and dies in my house on purpose to annoy me," said Lord Caterham obstinately. "But I certainly can't imagine anyone murdering him," continued Bundle. "The idea's absurd." "Of course it is," said Lord Caterham. "Or would be to anyone but an ass like Inspector Raglan." "I daresay looking for fingerprints made him feel important," said Bundle soothingly. "Anyway, they brought it in 'Death by misadventure,' didn't they?" Lord Caterham acquiesced. "They had to show some consideration for the sister's feelings." "Was there a sister? I didn't know." "Half-sister, I believe. She was much younger. Old Wade ran away with her mother--he was always doing that sort of thing. No woman appealed to him unless she belonged to another man." "I'm glad there's one bad habit you haven't got," said Bundle. "I've always led a very respectable God-fearing life," said Lord Caterham. "It seems extraordinary, considering how little harm I do to anybody, that I can't be let alone. If only--" He stopped as Bundle made a sudden excursion through the window. "MacDonald," called Bundle in a clear, autocratic voice. The emperor approached. Something that might possibly have been taken for a smile of welcome tried to express itself on his countenance, but the natural gloom of gardeners dispelled it. "Your ladyship?" said MacDonald. "How are you?" said Bundle. "I'm no verra grand," said MacDonald. "I wanted to speak to you about the bowling green. It's shockingly overgrown. Put someone on to it, will you?" MacDonald shook his head dubiously. "It would mean taking William from the lower border, m'lady." "Damn the lower border," said Bundle. "Let him start at once. And, MacDonald--" "Yes, m'lady?" "Let's have some of those grapes in from the far house. I know it's the wrong time to cut them because it always is, but I want them all the same. See?" Bundle re-entered the library. "Sorry, Father," she said, "I wanted to catch MacDonald. Were you speaking?" "As a matter of fact I was," said Lord Caterham. "But it doesn't matter. What were you saying to MacDonald?"