"I'm sure I'm right. Listen, you two. Gerry Wade was at the Foreign Office. He appeared to be the same sort of amiable idiot--excuse the term, but you know what I mean--as Bill Eversleigh and Ronny Devereux. A purely ornamental excrescence. But in reality he was something quite different. I think Gerry Wade was the real thing. Our secret service is supposed to be the best in the world. I think Gerry Wade was pretty high up in that service. And that explains everything! I remember saying idly that last evening at Chimneys that Gerry couldn't be quite such an ass as he made himself out to be." "And if you're right?" said Bundle, practical as ever. "Then the thing's bigger than we thought. This Seven Dials business isn't merely criminal--it's international. One thing's certain, somebody has got to be at this house-party of Lomax's." Bundle made a slight grimace. "I know George well--but he doesn't like me. He'd never think of asking me to a serious gathering. All the same, I might--" She remained a moment lost in thought. "Do you think _I_ could work it through Bill?" asked Jimmy. "He's bound to be there as Codders's right-hand man. He might bring me along somehow or other." "I don't see why not," said Bundle. "You'll have to prime Bill and make him say the right things. He's incapable of thinking of them for himself." "What do you suggest?" asked Jimmy humbly. "Oh! it's quite easy. Bill describes you as a rich young man--interested in politics, anxious to stand for Parliament. George will fall at once. You know what these political parties are: always looking for new, rich young men. The richer Bill says you are, the easier it will be to manage." "Short of being described as Rothschild, I don't mind," said Jimmy. "Then I think that's practically settled. I'm dining with Bill to-morrow night, and I'll get a list of who is to be there. That will be useful." "I'm sorry you can't be there," said Jimmy. "But on the whole I think it's all for the best." "I'm not so sure I shan't be there," said Bundle. "Codders hates me like poison--but there are other ways." She became meditative. "And what about me?" asked Loraine in a small, meek voice. "You're not on in this act," said Jimmy instantly. "See? After all, we've got to have someone outside to--er--" "To what?" said Loraine. Jimmy decided not to pursue this tack. He appealed to Bundle. "Look here," he said. "Loraine must keep out of this, mustn't she?" "I certainly think she'd better." "Next time," said Jimmy kindly. "And suppose there isn't a next time," said Loraine. "Oh! there probably will be. Not a doubt of it." "I see. I'm just to go home and--wait." "That's it," said Jimmy, with every appearance of relief. "I thought you'd understand." "You see," explained Bundle, "three of us forcing our way in might look rather suspicious. And you would be particularly difficult. You do see that, don't you?" "Oh! yes," said Loraine. "Then it's settled--you do nothing," said Jimmy.