Patrick murmured to Julia: “We need Mrs. Harmon here. She’d be sure to say in that high clear voice of hers, ‘But I suppose somebody is still waiting for a good chance to murder you, Miss Blacklock?’”

“I’m glad she and that old Miss Marple couldn’t come,” said Julia. “That old woman is the prying kind. And a mind like a sink, I should think. Real Victorian type.”

Listening to the news led easily into a pleasant discussion on the horrors of atomic warfare. Colonel Easterbrook said that the real menace to civilization was undoubtedly Russia, and Edmund said that he had several charming Russian friends—which announcement was coldly received.

The party broke up with renewed thanks to the hostess.

“Enjoy yourself, Bunny?” asked Miss Blacklock, as the last guest was sped.

“Oh, I did. But I’ve got a terrible headache. It’s the excitement, I think.”

“It’s the cake,” said Patrick. “I feel a bit liverish myself. And you’ve been nibbling chocolates all the morning.”

“I’ll go and lie down, I think,” said Miss Bunner. “I’ll take a couple of aspirins and try and have a nice sleep.”

“That would be a very good plan,” said Miss Blacklock.

Miss Bunner departed upstairs.

“Shall I shut up the ducks for you, Aunt Letty?”

Miss Blacklock looked at Patrick severely.

“If you’ll be sure to latch that door properly.”

“I will. I swear I will.”

“Have a glass of sherry, Aunt Letty,” said Julia. “As my old nurse used to say, ‘It will settle your stomach.’ A revolting phrase, but curiously apposite at this moment.”

“Well, I dare say it might be a good thing. The truth is one isn’t used to rich things. Oh, Bunny, how you made me jump. What is it?”

“I can’t find my aspirin,” said Miss Bunner disconsolately.

“Well, take some of mine, dear, they’re by my bed.”

“There’s a bottle on my dressing table,” said Phillipa.

“Thank you—thank you very much. If I can’t find mine—but I know I’ve got it somewhere. A new bottle. Now where could I have put it?”

“There’s heaps in the bathroom,” said Julia impatiently. “This house is chock full of aspirin.”

“It vexes me to be so careless and mislay things,” replied Miss Bunner, retreating up the stairs again.

“Poor old Bunny,” said Julia, holding up her glass. “Do you think we ought to have given her some sherry?”

“Better not, I think,” said Miss Blacklock. “She’s had a lot of excitement today, and it isn’t really good for her. I’m afraid she’ll be the worse for it tomorrow. Still, I really do think she has enjoyed herself!”

“She’s loved it,” said Phillipa.

“Let’s give Mitzi a glass of sherry,” suggested Julia. “Hi, Pat,” she called as she heard him entering the side door. “Fetch Mitzi.”