"He hasn't been seen since the morning. I expect Denson told him to take a whole holiday. I can't find where he lives, at the moment, but no doubt he will turn up to-morrow. Not that I expect to get much from him. But I shan't bother. Unless Mr. Samuel will answer satisfactorily some very plain questions I shall ask--and I don't expect he will--I shall throw up the commission. He called, by the way, not long ago, but I was out. We shall see him in the morning, I expect." A look round Denson's office taught me no more than it had taught Hewitt already. There were two small rooms, one inside the other, with ordinary and cheap office furniture. It was quite plain that any man of ordinary activity and size could have got out of the inner room into the corridor by the means which Samuel suggested--through the hinged wall-light, near the ceiling. Hewitt had meddled with nothing--he would do no more till he was satisfied of the _bonâ fides_ of his client; certainly he would not commit himself to breaking open desks or cupboards. And so, the time for my attendance at the office approaching--I was working on the _Morning Ph[oe]nix_ then, and ten at night saw my work begin--we shut Denson's office, and went away. III In the morning I was awakened by an impatient knocking at my bedroom door. Going to bed at two or three I was naturally a late riser, and this was about nine. I scrambled sleepily out of bed, and turned the key. Hewitt was standing in my sitting-room, with a newspaper in his hand. "Sorry to break your morning sleep, Brett," he said, "but something interesting has happened in regard to that business you helped me with yesterday, and you may like to know. Crawl back into bed if you like." But I was already in my dressing-gown, and groping for my clothes. "No, no, come in and tell me," I said. "What is it?"