nervously.
âYoung and beautiful?â she inquired delicately.
âOh, rather.â
âI didnât know George went in for female beauty much.â
âOh, he doesnât. She runs baby feeding in Buda Pesth âsomething like that. Naturally she and Mrs. Macatta want to get together.â
âWho else?â
âSir Stanley Digbyââ
âThe Air Minister?â
âYes. And his secretary, Terence OâRourke. Heâs rather a lad, by the wayâor used to be in his flying days. Then thereâs a perfectly poisonous German chap called Herr Eberhard. I donât know who he is, but weâre all making the hell of a fuss about him. Iâve been twice told off to take him out to lunch, and I can tell you, Bundle, it was no joke. Heâs not like the Embassy chaps, who are all very decent. This man sucks in soup and eats peas with a knife. Not only that, but the brute is always biting his fingernailsâpositively gnaws at them.â
âPretty foul.â
âIsnât it? I believe he invents thingsâsomething of the kind. Well, thatâs all. Oh, yes, Sir Oswald Coote.â
âAnd Lady Coote?â
âYes, I believe sheâs coming too.â
Bundle sat lost in thought for some minutes. Billâs list was suggestive, but she hadnât time to think out various possibilities just now. She must get on to the next point.
âBill,â she said, âwhatâs all this about Seven Dials?â
Bill at once looked horribly embarrassed. He blinked and avoided her glance.
âI donât know what you mean,â he said.
âNonsense,â said Bundle. âI was told you know all about it.â
âAbout what?â
This was rather a poser. Bundle shifted her ground.
âI donât see what you want to be so secretive for,â she complained.
âNothing to be secretive about. Nobody goes there much now. It was only a craze.â
This sounded puzzling.
âOne gets so out of things when one is away,â said Bundle in a sad voice.
âOh, you havenât missed much,â said Bill. âEveryone went there just to say they had been. It was boring really, and, my God, you can get tired of fried fish.â
âWhere did everyone go?â
âTo the Seven Dials Club, of course,â said Bill, staring. âWasnât that what you were asking about?â
âI didnât know it by that name,â said Bundle.
âUsed to be a slummy sort of district round about Tottenham Court Road way. Itâs all pulled down and cleaned up now. But the Seven Dials Club keeps to the old atmosphere. Fried fish and chips. General squalor. Kind of East End stunt, but awfully handy to get at after a show.â
âItâs a nightclub, I suppose,â said Bundle. âDancing and all that?â
âThatâs it. Awfully mixed crowd. Not a posh affair. Artists, you know, and all sorts of odd women and a sprinkling of our lot. They say quite a lot of things, but I think that thatâs all bunkum myself, just said to make the place go.â
âGood,â said Bundle. âWeâll go there tonight.â
âOh! I shouldnât do that,â said Bill. His embarrassment had returned. âI tell you itâs played out. Nobody goes there now.â
âWell, weâre going.â
âYou wouldnât care for it, Bundle. You wouldnât really.â
âYouâre going to take me to the Seven Dials Club and nowhere else, Bill. And I should like to know why you are so unwilling?â
âI? Unwilling?â
âPainfully so. Whatâs the guilty secret?â
âGuilty secret?â
âDonât keep repeating what I say. You do it to give yourself time.â
âI donât,â said Bill indignantly. âItâs onlyââ
âWell? I know thereâs something. You never can conceal
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