"It is all most bewildering," she pronounced. "I think that it is no use my staying here any longer. I will leave you two to talk of it together. You have doubtless much business to arrange." "Are you going back to Bourne End or to Hampstead?" Arnold asked. She hesitated. "Really, I am not quite sure," she replied, meeting his gaze without flinching. "I am beginning to find the heat in town insufferable. I think, perhaps, that I shall go to Bourne End." "In that case," Arnold said, "will you allow me to see you there to-night?" "To-night?" she repeated, as though in surprise. "Without a doubt." She did not answer him for a moment. Meanwhile, the telephone rang, and Mr. Jarvis was presently engrossed in a business conversation with a customer. Arnold lowered his voice a little. "Our discussion at luncheon was only postponed," he reminded her. "We have seen these documents. We know now that Mr. Weatherley had some reason to fear an interruption to his everyday life. Directly or indirectly, that interruption is connected with certain things of which you and I have spoken together. I am going to ask you, therefore, to keep your promise. I am going to ask you to tell me everything that you know." "Are you not afraid," she asked, "that I shall consider you a very inquisitive young man?" "I am afraid of nothing of the sort," Arnold replied. "Mr. Weatherley's disappearance is too serious a matter for me to take such trifles into account." She pointed to the letter which still lay upon the table. "Is it not his expressed wish that you should make no effort towards solving the reasons for his disappearance?" "There is no reason," Arnold answered, doggedly, "why one should not attempt to understand them." Mr. Jarvis had finished his telephoning. Fenella went up to him with outstretched hand. "Mr. Jarvis," she said, "there is nothing more I can do here. I am very much upset. Will you take me out to my car, please? I know that you will do the very best you can without Mr. Weatherley, and I am glad that you have Mr. Chetwode to help you. I would come down myself sometimes," she added, "but I am sure that I should only be in the way. Good afternoon, Mr. Chetwode." "You have not answered my question," he persisted. She looked at him as a great lady would look at a presuming servant. "I see no necessity," she replied. "I am too much upset to receive visitors to-day. If you are ready, Mr. Jarvis." She left the room without even a backward glance, closely followed by the cashier. Arnold stood looking after the retreating figures for a moment, then he turned away with a hard little laugh. Once more he read and re-read Mr. Weatherley's letter. Before he had finished, Mr. Jarvis came bustling back into the room. "Well!" he exclaimed, dramatically. "Well!" Arnold looked across at him. "It's a queer business, isn't it?" he remarked.