"I tell you I didn't shoot him." "Well, who did?" "Nobody knows," said Bundle. "Nonsense," said Lord Caterham. "A man can't be shot and run over without anyone having done it." "He wasn't run over," said Bundle. "I thought you said he was." "I said I thought I had." "A tyre burst, I suppose," said Lord Caterham. "That does sound like a shot. It says so in detective stories." "You really are perfectly impossible, Father. You don't seem to have the brains of a rabbit." "Not at all," said Lord Caterham. "You come in with a wildly impossible tale about men being run over and shot and I don't know what, and then you expect me to know all about it by magic." Bundle sighed wearily. "Just attend," she said. "I'll tell you all about it in words of one syllable." "There," she said when she had concluded. "Now have you got it?" "Of course. I understand perfectly now. I can make allowances for your being a little upset, my dear. I was not far wrong when I remarked to you before starting out that people looking for trouble usually found it. I am thankful," finished Lord Caterham with a slight shiver, "that I stayed quietly here." He picked up the catalogue again. "Father, where is Seven Dials?" "In the East End somewhere, I fancy. I have frequently observed buses going there--or do I mean Seven Sisters? I have never been there myself, I am thankful to say. Just as well, because I don't fancy it is the sort of spot I should like. And yet, curiously enough, I seem to have heard of it in some connection just lately." "You don't know a Jimmy Thesiger, do you?" Lord Caterham was now engrossed in his catalogue once more. He had made an effort to be intelligent on the subject of Seven Dials. This time he made hardly any effort at all. "Thesiger," he murmured vaguely. "Thesiger. One of the Yorkshire Thesigers?" "That's what I'm asking you. Do attend, Father. This is important." Lord Caterham made a desperate effort to look intelligent without really having to give his mind to the matter. "There _are_ some Yorkshire Thesigers," he said earnestly. "And unless I am mistaken some Devonshire Thesigers also. Your Great Aunt Selina married a Thesiger." "What good is that to me?" cried Bundle. Lord Caterham chuckled. "It was very little good to her, if I remember rightly." "You're impossible," said Bundle, rising. "I shall have to get hold of Bill." "Do, dear," said her father absently as he turned a page. "Certainly. By all means. Quite so." Bundle rose to her feet with an impatient sigh. "I wish I could remember what that letter said," she murmured more to herself than aloud. "I didn't read it very carefully. Something about a joke--that the Seven Dials business wasn't a joke." Lord Caterham emerged suddenly from his catalogue. "Seven Dials?" he said. "Of course. I've got it now." "Got what?"