Alfred turned chalk white.
"I've come to warn you because you did me a good turn the other night," went on Bundle rapidly. "There's a warrant out for Mr. Mosgorovsky, and the best thing you can do is to clear out of here as quick as you can. If you're not found here, they won't bother about you. Here's ten pounds to help you get away somewhere."
In three minutes' time an incoherent and badly scared Alfred had left 14 Hunstanton Street with only one idea in his head—never to return.
"Well, I've managed that all right," said Bundle with satisfaction.
"Was it necessary to be so—well, drastic?" Loraine demurred.
"It's safer," said Bundle. "I don't know what Jimmy and Bill are up to, but we don't want Alfred coming back in the middle of it and wrecking everything. Hallo, here they are. Well, they haven't wasted much time. Probably watching round the corner to see Alfred leave. Go down and open the door to them, Loraine."
Loraine obeyed. Jimmy Thesiger alighted from the driving seat.
"You stop there for a moment, Bill," he said. "Blow the horn if you think anyone's watching the place."
He ran up the steps and banged the door behind him. He looked pink and elated.
"Hallo, Bundle, there you are. Now then, we've got to get down to it. Where's the key of the room you got into last time?"