"Unless you promise me," he said firmly, "that I shall find you on that couch when I return this evening, I shall not leave this room." "But, Arnold,--" "The business of Samuel Weatherley & Company," he interrupted, glancing at the clock, "will be entirely disorganized unless you promise." "I promise," she murmured faintly. CHAPTER XXV MR. WEATHERLEY'S DISAPPEARANCE Arnold arrived at Tooley Street only a few minutes after his usual time. He made his way at once into the private office and commenced his work. At ten o'clock Mr. Jarvis came in. The pile of letters upon Mr. Weatherley's desk was as yet untouched. "Any idea where the governor is?" the cashier asked. "He's nearly half an hour late." Arnold glanced at the clock. "Mr. Weatherley is spending the week-end down the river," he said. "I dare say the trains up are a little awkward." Mr. Jarvis looked at him curiously. "How do you happen to know that?" "I was there yesterday for a short time," Arnold told him. Mr. Jarvis whistled softly. "Seems to me you're getting pretty chummy with the governor," he remarked; "or is it Mrs. Weatherley, eh?" Arnold lifted his head and looked fixedly at Mr. Jarvis. The latter suddenly remembered that he had come in to search among the letters for some invoices. He busied himself for a moment or two, sorting them out. "Well, well," he said, "I hope the governor will soon be here, anyway. There are a lot of things I want to ask him about this morning." A telephone bell at Arnold's desk began to ring. Arnold lifted the receiver to his ear. "Is that Mr. Weatherley's office?" a familiar voice inquired. "Good morning, Mrs. Weatherley," he replied. "This is the office, and I am Arnold Chetwode. We were just wondering what had become of Mr. Weatherley." "What had become of him?" the voice repeated. "But is he not there?" "No sign of him at present," Arnold answered. There was a short silence. Then Mrs. Weatherley spoke again. "He left here," she said, "absurdly early--soon after seven, I think it was--to motor up." "Has the car returned?" Arnold asked. "More than an hour ago," was the prompt reply. "I can assure you that he has not been here," Arnold declared. "You're speaking from Bourne End, I suppose?" "Yes!" "Will you please ask the chauffeur," Arnold suggested, "where he left Mr. Weatherley?" "Of course I will," she replied. "That is very sensible. You must hold the line until I come back." Arnold withdrew the receiver for a few minutes from his ear. Mr. Jarvis had been listening to the conversation, his mouth open with curiosity. "Is that about the governor?" he asked. Arnold nodded. "It was Mrs. Weatherley speaking," he said. "It seems Mr. Weatherley left Bourne End soon after seven o'clock this morning." "Soon after seven o'clock?" Mr. Jarvis repeated. "The car has been back there quite a long time," Arnold continued. "Mrs. Weatherley has gone to make inquiries of the chauffeur."