He went to the door, put his head through and called out something, then came back to his chair. Bundle, rather unreasonably, felt baffled. The ease with which he acceded to her request seemed to her suspicious. He was looking at her now in a placid fashion. "Do you remember the death of Mr. Gerald Wade?" she asked abruptly. "Down at your place, wasn't it? Took an overdraught of sleeping mixture." "His sister says he never took things to make him sleep." "Ah!" said the Superintendent. "You'd be surprised what a lot of things there are that sisters don't know." Bundle again felt baffled. She sat in silence till a man came in with a typewritten sheet of paper, which he handed to the Superintendent. "Here you are," said the latter when the other had left the room. "The Blood Brothers of St. Sebastian. The Wolf Hounds. The Comrades of Peace. The Comrades Club. The Friends of Oppression. The Children of Moscow. The Red Standard Bearers. The Herrings. The Comrades of the Fallen--and half a dozen more." He handed it to her with a distinct twinkle in his eye. "You give it to me," said Bundle, "because you know it's not going to be the slightest use to me. Do you want me to leave the whole thing alone?" "I should prefer it," said Battle. "You see--if you go messing round all these places--well, it's going to give us a lot of trouble." "Looking after me, you mean?" "Looking after you, Lady Eileen." Bundle had risen to her feet. Now she stood undecided. So far the honours lay with Superintendent Battle. Then she remembered one slight incident, and she based a last appeal upon it. "I said just now that an amateur could do some things which a professional couldn't. You didn't contradict me. That's because you're an honest man, Superintendent Battle. You knew I was right." "Go on," said Battle quietly. "At Chimneys you let me help. Won't you let me help now?" Battle seemed to be turning the thing over in his mind. Emboldened by his silence, Bundle continued. "You know pretty well what I'm like, Superintendent Battle. I butt into things. I'm a Nosey Parker. I don't want to get in your way or to try and do things that you're doing and can do a great deal better. But if there's a chance for an amateur, let me have it." Again there was a pause, and then Superintendent Battle said quietly: "You couldn't have spoken fairer than you have done, Lady Eileen. But I'm just going to say this to you. What you propose is dangerous. And when I say dangerous, I _mean_ dangerous." "I've grasped that," said Bundle. "I'm not a fool." "No," said Superintendent Battle. "Never knew a young lady who was less so. What I'll do for you, Lady Eileen, is this. I'll just give you one little hint. And I'm doing it because I never have thought much of the motto 'Safety First.' In my opinion half the people who spend their lives avoiding being run over by buses had much better be run over and put safely out of the way. They're no good."