Bundle sat frowning. Seven Dials. Where was that? Some rather slummy district of London, she fancied. The words Seven Dials reminded her of something else, but for the moment she couldn't think of what. Instead her attention fastened on two phrases. "Am feeling awfully fit ..." and "I'm so sleepy I can't keep my eyes open." That didn't fit in. That didn't fit in at all. For it was that very night that Gerry Wade had taken such a heavy dose of chloral that he never woke again. And if what he had written in that letter was true, why should he have taken it? Bundle shook her head. She looked round the room and gave a slight shiver. Supposing Gerry Wade were watching her now. In this room he had died... She sat very still. The silence was unbroken save for the ticking of her little gold clock. That sounded unnaturally loud and important. Bundle glanced towards the mantelpiece. A vivid picture rose before her mind's eye. The dead man lying on the bed, and seven clocks ticking on the mantelpiece--ticking loudly, ominously ... ticking ... ticking.... CHAPTER V THE MAN IN THE ROAD "Father," said Bundle, opening the door of Lord Caterham's special sanctum and putting her head in, "I'm going up to town in the Hispano. I can't stand the monotony down here any longer." "We only got home yesterday," complained Lord Caterham. "I know. It seems like a hundred years. I'd forgotten how dull the country could be." "I don't agree with you," said Lord Caterham. "It's peaceful, that's what it is--peaceful. And extremely comfortable. I appreciate getting back to Tredwell more than I can tell you. That man studies my comfort in the most marvellous manner. Somebody came round only this morning to know if they could hold a tally for girl guides here--" "A rally," interrupted Bundle. "Rally or tally--it's all the same. Some silly word meaning nothing whatever. But it would have put me in a very awkward position--having to refuse--in fact, I probably shouldn't have refused. But Tredwell got me out of it. I've forgotten what he said--something damned ingenious which couldn't hurt anybody's feelings and which knocked the idea on the head absolutely." "Being comfortable isn't enough for me," said Bundle. "I want excitement." Lord Caterham shuddered. "Didn't we have enough excitement four years ago?" he demanded plaintively. "I'm about ready for some more," said Bundle. "Not that I expect I shall find any in town. But at any rate I shan't dislocate my jaw with yawning." "In my experience," said Lord Caterham, "people who go about looking for trouble usually find it." He yawned. "All the same," he added, "I wouldn't mind running up to town myself." "Well, come on," said Bundle. "But be quick, because I'm in a hurry." Lord Caterham, who had begun to rise from his chair, paused. "Did you say you were in a hurry?" he asked suspiciously. "In the devil of a hurry," said Bundle.