She found the descent very easy. Bundle and her two sisters had run wild in the park at Chimneys as small children, and they could all climb like cats. Bundle arrived on a flower-bed, rather breathless, but quite unscathed. She paused a minute to take stock of her plans. She knew that the rooms occupied by the Air Minister and his secretary were in the west wing; that was the opposite side of the house from where Bundle was now standing. A terrace ran along the south and west side of the house, ending abruptly against a walled fruit garden. Bundle stepped out of her flower-bed and turned the corner of the house to where the terrace began on the south side. She crept very quietly along it, keeping close to the shadow of the house. But, as she reached the second corner, she got a shock, for a man was standing there, with the clear intention of barring her way. The next instant she had recognized him. "Superintendent Battle! You did give me a fright!" "That's what I'm here for," said the Superintendent pleasantly. Bundle looked at him. It struck her now, as so often before, how remarkably little camouflage there was about him. He was large and solid and noticeable. He was, somehow, very English. But of one thing Bundle was quite sure. Superintendent Battle was no fool. "What are you really doing here?" she asked, still in a whisper. "Just seeing," said Battle, "that nobody's about who shouldn't be." "Oh!" said Bundle, rather taken aback. "You, for instance, Lady Eileen. I don't suppose you usually take a walk at this time of night." "Do you mean," said Bundle slowly, "that you want me to go back?" Superintendent Battle nodded approvingly. "You're very quick, Lady Eileen. That's just what I do mean. Did you--er--come out of a door, or the window?" "The window. It's easy as anything climbing down this ivy." Superintendent Battle looked up at it thoughtfully. "Yes," he said. "I should say it would be." "And you want me to go back?" said Bundle. "I'm rather sick about that. I wanted to go round on to the west terrace." "Perhaps you won't be the only one who'll want to do that," said Battle. "Nobody could miss seeing you," said Bundle rather spitefully. The Superintendent seemed rather pleased than otherwise. "I hope they won't," he said. "_No unpleasantness._ That's my motto. And if you'll excuse me, Lady Eileen, I think it's time you were going back to bed." The firmness of his tone admitted of no parley. Rather crestfallen, Bundle retraced her steps. She was half-way up the ivy when a sudden idea occurred to her, and she nearly relaxed her grip and fell. Supposing Superintendent Battle suspected _her_. There had been something--yes, surely there had been something in his manner that vaguely suggested the idea. She couldn't help laughing as she crawled over the sill into her bedroom. Fancy the solid Superintendent suspecting _her_!