"Let's have some of those grapes in from the far house. I know it's the wrong time to cut them because it always is, but I want them all the same. See?"
Bundle re-entered the library.
"Sorry, Father," she said, "I wanted to catch MacDonald. Were you speaking?"
"As a matter of fact I was," said Lord Caterham. "But it doesn't matter. What were you saying to MacDonald?"
"Trying to cure him of thinking he's God Almighty. But that's an impossible task. I expect the Cootes have been bad for him. MacDonald wouldn't care one hoot, or even two hoots for the largest steam-roller that ever was. What's Lady Coote like?"
Lord Caterham considered the question.
"Very like my idea of Mrs. Siddons," he said at last. "I should think she went in a lot for amateur theatricals. I gather she was very upset about the clock business."
"What clock business?"
"Tredwell has just been telling me. It seems the house-party had some joke on. They bought a lot of alarum clocks and hid them about this young Wade's room. And then, of course, the poor chap was dead. Which made the whole thing rather beastly."
Bundle nodded.