“Has it a bell?”
“No, I believe not.”
“Ah, I thought so. If you will favour me by coming up-stairs for a minute, my Lord, you will avoid a serious private scandal. Say nothing about it at present to any one.”
In blank astonishment and some alarm Lord Tulliwuddle went up with him to the third floor, where the house was still and the sounds of revelry reached faintly.
“What does this mean, sir?” he asked.
“If I am right in my conjectures you will need no explanation from me, my Lord.”
His lordship opened a door, and turning on an electric light, revealed a small and ordinary-looking bathroom.
“Ha, no bell—excellent!” said Mr Bunker.
“What are you doing with the key?” exclaimed his host.
“Good night, my Lord. I shall tell them to send up breakfast at nine,” said Mr Bunker, and stepping quickly out, he shut and locked the door.