"Well, there were three girls—Nancy and Helen and Socks—"
"Socks Daventry? I know her."
"May have been. Girl who was always saying things were subtle."
"That's Socks all right. Subtle is one of her words."
"And then there were Gerry Wade and me and Bill Eversleigh and Ronny. And, of course, Sir Oswald and Lady Coote. Oh! and Pongo."
"Who's Pongo?"
"Chap called Bateman—secretary to old Coote. Solemn sort of cove but very conscientious. I was at school with him."
"There doesn't seem anything very suspicious there," remarked Loraine.
"No, there doesn't," said Bundle. "As you say, we'll have to look amongst the servants. By the way, you don't suppose that clock being thrown out of the window had anything to do with it."
"A clock thrown out of the window," said Jimmy, staring. It was the first he had heard of it.