"But it's impossible, my lady. You'll get me into trouble and I'll lose my job."
"You'll lose it anyway when you go to prison," said Bundle unkindly. "But as a matter of fact, you needn't worry, nobody will know anything about it."
"And there ain't no place," wailed Alfred. "Look round for yourself, your ladyship, if you don't believe me."
Bundle was forced to admit that there was something in this argument. But she had the true spirit of one undertaking adventures.
"Nonsense," she said with determination. "There has got to be a place."
"But there ain't one," wailed Alfred.
Never had a room shown itself more unpropitious for concealment. Dingy blinds were drawn down over the dirty window panes, and there were no curtains. The window sill outside, which Bundle examined, was about four inches wide! Inside the room there were the table, the chairs and the cupboards.
The second cupboard had a key in the lock. Bundle went across and pulled it open. Inside were shelves covered with an odd assortment of glasses and crockery.
"Surplus stuff as we don't use," explained Alfred. "You can see for yourself, my lady, there's no place here as a cat could hide."
But Bundle was examining the shelves.