She remained a moment lost in thought.
"Do you think I could work it through Bill?" asked Jimmy. "He's bound to be there as Codders's right-hand man. He might bring me along somehow or other."
"I don't see why not," said Bundle. "You'll have to prime Bill and make him say the right things. He's incapable of thinking of them for himself."
"What do you suggest?" asked Jimmy humbly.
"Oh! it's quite easy. Bill describes you as a rich young man—interested in politics, anxious to stand for Parliament. George will fall at once. You know what these political parties are: always looking for new, rich young men. The richer Bill says you are, the easier it will be to manage."
"Short of being described as Rothschild, I don't mind," said Jimmy.
"Then I think that's practically settled. I'm dining with Bill to-morrow night, and I'll get a list of who is to be there. That will be useful."
"I'm sorry you can't be there," said Jimmy. "But on the whole I think it's all for the best."
"I'm not so sure I shan't be there," said Bundle. "Codders hates me like poison—but there are other ways."
She became meditative.