"'Ighly ingenious, it is," explained Alfred. "It looks all right when opened. Shelves, you know, with a few ledgers and that on 'em. Nobody'd ever suspect, but you touch the right spot and the whole thing swings open."
Bundle had turned round and was surveying the room thoughtfully. The first thing she noticed was that the door by which they had entered was carefully fitted round with baize. It must be completely soundproof. Then her eyes wandered to the chairs. There were seven of them, three each side and one rather more imposing in design at the head of the table.
Bundle's eyes brightened. She had found what she was looking for. This, she felt sure, was the meeting place of the secret organization. The place was almost perfectly planned. It looked so innocent—you could reach it just by stepping through from the gaming room, or you could arrive there by the secret entrance—and any secrecy, any precautions were easily explained by the gaming going on in the next room.
Idly, as these thoughts passed through her mind, she drew a finger across the marble of the mantelpiece. Alfred saw and misinterpreted the action.
"You won't find no dirt, not to speak of," he said. "Mr. Mosgorovsky he ordered the place to be swept out this morning, and I did it while he waited."
"Oh!" said Bundle, thinking very hard. "This morning, eh?"
"Has to be done sometimes," said Alfred. "Though the room's never what you might call used."
Next minute he received a shock.
"Alfred," said Bundle, "you've got to find me a place in this room where I can hide."
Alfred looked at her in dismay.