It was she who rose and spoke first a little nervously. "You must be very surprised to see me. But I had to come. I'll explain in a minute. This is Lady Eileen Brent." "Bundle--that's what I'm usually known as. You've probably heard of me from Bill Eversleigh." "Oh! rather, of course I have," said Jimmy, endeavouring to cope with the situation. "I say, do sit down and let's have a cocktail or something." But both girls declined. "As a matter of fact," continued Jimmy, "I'm only just out of bed." "That's what Bill said," remarked Bundle. "I told him I was coming round to see you, and he said you wouldn't be up." "Well, I'm up now," said Jimmy encouragingly. "It's about Gerry," said Loraine. "And now about Ronny--" "What do you mean by 'and now about Ronny'?" "He was shot yesterday." "What?" cried Jimmy. Bundle told her story for the second time. Jimmy listened like a man in a dream. "Old Ronny--shot," he murmured. "What _is_ this damned business?" He sat down on the edge of a chair, thinking for a minute or two, and then spoke in a quiet, level voice. "There's something I think I ought to tell you." "Yes," said Bundle encouragingly. "It was on the day Gerry Wade died. On the way over to break the news to _you_"--he nodded at Loraine--"in the car Ronny said something to me. That is to say, he started to tell me something. There was something he wanted to tell me, and he began about it, and then he said he was bound by a promise and couldn't go on." "Bound by a promise," said Loraine thoughtfully. "That's what he said. Naturally I didn't press him after that. But he was odd--darned odd--all through. I got the impression then that he suspected--well, foul play. I thought he'd tell the doctor so. But no, not even a hint. So I thought I'd been mistaken. And afterwards, with the evidence and all--well, it seemed such a very clear case. I thought my suspicions had been all bosh." "But you think Ronny still suspected?" asked Bundle. Jimmy nodded. "That's what I think now. Why, none of us have seen anything of him since. I believe he was playing a lone hand--trying to find out the truth about Gerry's death, and what's more, I believe he _did_ find out. That's why the devils shot him. And then he tried to send word to me, but could only get out those two words." "Seven Dials," said Bundle, and shivered a little. "Seven Dials," said Jimmy gravely. "At any rate we've got that to go on with." Bundle turned to Loraine. "You were just going to tell me--" "Oh! yes. First, about the letter." She spoke to Jimmy. "Gerry left a letter. Lady Eileen--" "Bundle." "Bundle found it." She explained the circumstances in a few words. Jimmy listened, keenly interested. This was the first he had heard of the letter. Loraine took it from her bag and handed it to him. He read it, then looked across at her. "This is where you can help us. What was it Gerry wanted you to forget?" Loraine's brows wrinkled a little in perplexity.