"I can't see how it can have anything to do with it," said Bundle. "But it's odd somehow. There seems no sense in it."
"I remember," said Jimmy slowly. "I went in to—to see poor old Gerry, and there were the clocks ranged along the mantelpiece. I remember noticing there were only seven—not eight."
He gave a sudden shiver and explained himself apologetically.
"Sorry. But somehow those clocks have always given me the shivers. I dream of them sometimes. I'd hate to go into that room in the dark and see them there in a row."
"You wouldn't be able to see them if it was dark," said Bundle practically. "Not unless they had luminous dials—Oh!" She gave a sudden gasp and the colour rushed into her cheeks. "Don't you see? Seven Dials!"
The others looked at her doubtfully, but she insisted with increasing vehemence.
"It must be. It can't be a coincidence."
There was a pause.
"You may be right," said Jimmy Thesiger at last. "It's—it's dashed odd."
Bundle started questioning him eagerly.