A very neat secretary with a frightened expression came running. Lady Caterham gave her various directions. Presently Bundle was driving back to Brook Street with an armful of the driest looking literature imaginable.
Her next proceeding was to ring up Jimmy Thesiger. His first words were full of triumph.
"I've managed it," he said. "Had a lot of trouble with Bill, though. He'd got it into his thick head that I should be a lamb among the wolves. But I made him see sense at last. I've got a lot of thingummybobs now and I'm studying them. You know, blue books and white papers. Deadly dull—but one must do the thing properly. Have you ever heard of the Santa Fé boundary dispute?"
"Never," said Bundle.
"Well, I'm taking special pains with that. It went on for years and was very complicated. I'm making it my subject. Nowadays one has to specialize."
"I've got a lot of the same sort of things," said Bundle. "Aunt Marcia gave them to me."
"Aunt who?"
"Aunt Marcia—Father's sister-in-law. She's very political. In fact, she's going to get me invited to George's party."
"No? Oh, I say, that will be splendid." There was a pause and then Jimmy said:
"I say, I don't think we'd better tell Loraine that—eh?"