The young lady herself might take advantage of it."
Mr. Bundercombe appeared to be giving my words full consideration.
"Well, well!" he said, a little vaguely. "We shall see. I don't mind
telling you, though, Paul, that I would have nothing to say to her first
suggestion--on your account, my boy. There's a scheme on foot in which her
interesting companion is concerned, which needs financing. I haven't the
least doubt that it is something entirely interesting--probably a mammoth
jewel robbery or something of the sort."
I looked across at the man, who seemed to be reproaching the girl for her
long absence. Almost at that moment he looked up and our eyes met for a
brief instant. There seemed to be nothing in his gaze beyond a measure of
polite and not too pointed interest. Nevertheless, when I looked away I
begged Mr. Bundercombe to call for the bill.
"I have had enough of this place!" I declared, a little abruptly. "Next
time Eve goes to bed with a headache I shall take you to the club."
* * * * *
I was walking down Bond Street with Eve one morning when my suspicions as
to Mr. Bundercombe and a certain matter were first roused. As we neared
the Piccadilly end I distinctly saw him vanish through a doorway on the
lefthand side.
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