As Bundle had seen, the shelves were easily detachable. She took them down, ranged them upright against the wall, and then stepped in. "H'm," she remarked. "Pretty narrow. It's going to be a tight fit. Shut the door on me carefully, Alfred--that's right. Yes, it can be done. Now I want a gimlet." "A gimlet, my lady?" "That's what I said." "I don't know--" "Nonsense, you must have a gimlet--perhaps you've got an auger as well. If you haven't got what I want, you'll have to go out and buy it, so you'd better try hard to find the right thing." Alfred departed and returned presently with quite a creditable assortment of tools. Bundle seized what she wanted and proceeded swiftly and efficiently to bore a small hole at the level of her right eye. She did this from the outside so that it should be less noticeable, and she dared not make it too large lest it should attract attention. "There, that'll do," she remarked at last. "Oh! but, my lady, my lady--" "Yes?" "But they'll find you--if they should open the door." "They won't open the door," said Bundle, "because you are going to lock it and take the key away." "And if by chance Mr. Mosgorovsky should ask for the key?" "Tell him it's lost," said Bundle briskly. "But nobody's going to worry about this cupboard--it's only here to attract attention from the other one and make a pair. Go on, Alfred, someone might come at any time. Lock me in and take the key and come and let me out when everyone's gone." "You'll be taken bad, my lady. You'll faint--" "I never faint," said Bundle. "But you might as well get me a cocktail. I shall certainly need it. Then lock the door of the room again--don't forget--and take all the door keys back to their proper doors. And, Alfred--don't be too much of a rabbit. Remember, if anything goes wrong, I'll see you through." "And that's that," said Bundle to herself when, having served the cocktail, Alfred had finally departed. She was not nervous lest Alfred's nerve should fail and he should give her away. She knew that his sense of self-preservation was far too strong for that. His training alone helped him to conceal private emotions beneath the mask of the well-trained servant. Only one thing worried Bundle. The interpretation she had chosen to put upon the cleaning of the room that morning might be all wrong. And if so--Bundle sighed in the narrow confines of the cupboard. The prospect of spending long hours in it for nothing was not attractive. CHAPTER XIV THE MEETING OF THE SEVEN DIALS It would be as well to pass over the sufferings of the next four hours as quickly as possible. Bundle found her position extremely cramped. She had judged that the meeting, if meeting there was to be, would take place at a time when the club was in full swing--somewhere probably between the hours of midnight and 2 A.M.