"Well, don't you go and pour confidences into her shell-pink ear," she remarked. "I'm going to bed. I was bored stiff in that drawing-room and I'm not going back."
She left the room. Bill looked at Jimmy.
"Good old Bundle," he said. "I was afraid we might have trouble with her. You know how keen she is to be in everything. I think the way she took it was just wonderful."
"So did I," said Jimmy. "It staggered me."
"She's got some sense, Bundle has. She knows when a thing's plumb impossible. I say, oughtn't we to have some lethal weapons? Chaps usually do when they're going on this sort of stunt."
"I have a blue-nosed automatic," said Jimmy with gentle pride. "It weighs several pounds and looks most murderous. I'll lend it to you when the time comes."
Bill looked at him with respect and envy.
"What made you think of getting that?" he said.
"I don't know," said Jimmy carelessly. "It just came to me."
"I hope we shan't go and shoot the wrong person," said Bill with some anxiety.