"Which reminds me that George Lomax asked me to come over to the Abbey next week. I refused, of course."
"Quite right," said Bundle. "We don't want you mixed up in any funny business."
"Is there going to be any funny business?" asked Lord Caterham with a sudden awakening of interest.
"Well - warning letters and all that, you know," said Bundle.
"Perhaps George is going to be assassinated," said Lord Caterham hopefully. "What do you think, Bundle - perhaps I'd better go after all."
That amiable youth, Jimmy Thesiger, came racing down the big staircase at Chimneys two steps at a time. So precipitate was his descent that he collided with Tredwell, the stately butler, just as the latter was crossing the hall bearing a fresh supply of hot coffee. Owing to the marvellous presence of mind and masterly agility of Tredwell, no casualty occurred.
He [Lord Caterham] was an execrable [golf] player and in consequence was profoundly enthusiastic over the game.