"Went to Hunt Ball 9 last night. Not been here since," Dipper quoted. "It is rather awkward and unpleasant for me, sir," he added uncomfortably. "Oh, you've no responsibility in the matter," Kelson assured him. "Don't you worry about it, Mr. Dipper. If the man goes out and does not choose to come back, that, beyond the payment of your charges, can be no affair of yours. Isn't that so, Hugh?" "Certainly," Gifford assented. Still their host looked anything but satisfied. "Yes, sir, that's quite right; all the same, we are beginning not to like the look of it. It is very mysterious." "It is, Mr. Dipper, to say the least of it," Kelson replied. "Still from such opinion as we were able to form of Mr. Henshaw I don't think it worth while making much fuss about it. He'll turn up all right and probably call you a fool for your pains." "I would not worry about it if I were you," Gifford said quietly. As they turned to go upstairs a telegraph boy came in and handed his message to the landlord, who read it and handed it to Kelson. "Please wire me without fail directly Mr. Henshaw returns. Gervase Henshaw, 8, Stone Court, Temple, London," Kelson read. "That's his brother," Gifford observed. "All right," said Kelson. "Let him worry if he likes. All you have to do, Mr. Dipper, is what he asks you there." He went upstairs with Gifford, leaving the landlord reperusing the telegram, his plump face dark with misgiving. CHAPTER V THE LOCKED ROOM That night the missing man did not return, nor was anything heard of him. The morning brought no news, and even Kelson began to think there might be something serious in it. "If it was anybody but that man," he said casually over a hearty breakfast, "I should say it would be worth while taking steps to find out what had become of him. But that fellow can take care of himself; and when you come to think of it, his coming down here, an outsider, to the ball, was in itself rather fishy." Gifford agreed, and they fell to discussing the day's plans. Kelson was going to drive over to have the momentous interview with Miss Tredworth's father. He anticipated no difficulty there; still, as he said, "The thing has got to be done, and the sooner it is over the better." "Why not go to-morrow?" Gifford suggested. "There will be rather a rush to-day." Kelson, a man of action, scoffed at the idea. "Oh, no; Muriel and Charlie are coming over to Wynford to luncheon. I shall simply get the thing settled and drive back with them."