Jimmy's cherubic pink face clouded over.
"You're right," he said at last. "If that extraordinary rigmarole of Bundle's is true—and I suppose, incredible as it sounds, it must be true—then we're not safe till we've settled with—No. 7!"
"And the others?"
"No—the others don't count. It's No. 7 with his own ways of working that frightens me. Because I don't know who he is or where to look for him."
Loraine shivered.
"I've been frightened," she said in a low voice. "Ever since Gerry's death...."
"You needn't be frightened. There's nothing for you to be frightened about. You leave everything to me. I tell you, Loraine—I'll get No. 7 yet. Once we get him—well, I don't think there'll be much trouble with the rest of the gang, whoever they are."
"If you get him—and suppose he gets you?"
"Impossible," said Jimmy cheerfully. "I'm much too clever. Always have a good opinion of yourself—that's my motto."
"When I think of the things that might have happened last night—" Loraine shivered.