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slight shiver. Supposing Gerry Wade were watching her now. In this room he had died . . .
    She sat very still. The silence was unbroken save for the ticking of her little gold clock. That sounded unnaturally loud and important.
    Bundle glanced towards the mantelpiece. A vivid picture rose before her mind’s eyes. The dead man lying on the bed, and seven clocks ticking on the mantelpiece—ticking loudly, ominously . . . ticking . . . ticking . . .

Five
    T HE M AN IN THE R OAD
    â€œF ather,” said Bundle, opening the door of Lord Caterham’s special sanctum and putting her head in, “I’m going up to town in the Hispano. I can’t stand the monotony down here any longer.”
    â€œWe only got home yesterday,” complained Lord Caterham.
    â€œI know. It seems like a hundred years. I’d forgotten how dull the country could be.”
    â€œI don’t agree with you,” said Lord Caterham. “It’s peaceful, that’s what it is—peaceful. And extremely comfortable. I appreciate getting back to Tredwell more than I can tell you. That man studies my comfort in the most marvellous manner. Somebody came round only this morning to know if they could hold a tally for girl guides here—”
    â€œA rally,” interrupted Bundle.
    â€œRally or tally—it’s all the same. Some silly word meaning nothing whatever. But it would have put me in a very awkward position—having to refuse—in fact, I probably shouldn’t have refused. But Tredwell got me out of it. I’ve forgotten what he said—something damned ingenious which couldn’t hurt anybody’s feelings and which knocked the idea on the head absolutely.”
    â€œBeing comfortable isn’t enough for me,” said Bundle. “I want excitement.”
    Lord Caterham shuddered.
    â€œDidn’t we have enough excitement four years ago?” he demanded plaintively.
    â€œI’m about ready for some more,” said Bundle. “Not that I expect I shall find any in town. But at any rate I shan’t dislocate my jaw with yawning.”
    â€œIn my experience,” said Lord Caterham, “people who go about looking for trouble usually find it.” He yawned. “All the same,” he added, “I wouldn’t mind running up to town myself.”
    â€œWell, come on,” said Bundle. “But be quick, because ’m in a hurry.”
    Lord Caterham, who had begun to rise from his chair, paused.
    â€œDid you say you were in a hurry?” he asked suspiciously.
    â€œIn the devil of a hurry,” said Bundle.
    â€œThat settles it,” said Lord Caterham. “I’m not coming. To be driven by you in the Hispano when you’re in a hurry—no, it’s not fair on any elderly man. I shall stay here.”
    â€œPlease yourself,” said Bundle, and withdrew.
    Tredwell took her place.
    â€œThe vicar, my lord, is most anxious to see you, some unfortunate controversy having arisen about the status of the Boys’ Brigade.”
    Lord Caterham groaned.
    â€œI rather fancied, my lord, that I had heard you mention at breakfast that you were strolling down to the village this morning to converse with the vicar on the subject.”
    â€œDid you tell him so?” asked Lord Caterham eagerly.
    â€œI did, my lord. He departed, if I may say so, hot foot. I hope I did right, my lord?”
    â€œOf course you did, Tredwell. You are always right. You couldn’t go wrong if you tried.”
    Tredwell smiled benignly and withdrew.
    Bundle meanwhile was sounding the Klaxon impatiently before the lodge gates, while a small child came hastening out with all speed from the lodge, admonishment from her mother following her.
    â€œMake haste, Katie. That be her ladyship in a mortal hurry as always.”
    It was indeed characteristic of Bundle to be in a hurry, especially when driving a car. She had skill and nerve