But his sleep was a poor thing that night, and he felt tired and worn when, as usual, he went early to the yard. He was there before Cotherstone; when Cotherstone came, no more than a curt nod was exchanged between them. They had never spoken to each other except on business since the angry scene of a few days before, and now Mallalieu, after a glance at some letters which had come in the previous evening, went off down the yard. He stayed there an hour: when he re-entered the office he looked with an affectation of surprise at the clerk's empty desk. "Stoner not come?" he demanded curtly. Cotherstone, who was turning over the leaves of an account book, replied just as curtly. "Not yet!" Mallalieu fidgeted about for a while, arranging some papers he had brought in from the yard. Suddenly he uttered an exclamation of impatience, and going to the door, called to a lad who was passing. "Here, you!" he said. "You know where Mr. Stoner lodges?--Mrs. Battley's. Run round there, and see why he hasn't come to his work. It's an hour and a half past his time. Happen he's poorly--run now, sharp!" He went off down the yard again when he had despatched this message; he came back to the office ten minutes later, just as the messenger returned. "Well?" he demanded, with a side-glance to assure himself that Cotherstone was at hand. "Where is he, like?" "Please, sir, Mrs. Battley, she says as how Mr. Stoner went away on Saturday afternoon, sir," answered the lad, "and he hasn't been home since. She thinks he went to Darlington, sir, on a visit." Mallalieu turned into the office, growling. "Must ha' missed his train," he muttered as he put more papers on Stoner's desk. "Here--happen you'll attend to these things--they want booking up." Cotherstone made no reply, and Mallalieu presently left him and went home to get his breakfast. And as he walked up the road to his house he wondered why Stoner had gone to Darlington. Was it possible that he had communicated what he knew to any of his friends? If so---- "Confound the suspense and the uncertainty!" growled Mallalieu. "It 'ud wear the life out of a man. I've a good mind to throw the whole thing up and clear out! I could do it easy enough wi' my means. A clear track--and no more o' this infernal anxiety."