Jack. That’s why I’ve sent for a detective——
(Jobbins enters, hat in hand and umbrella under arm; he is a stout man, rather shabbily dressed in tweed, with tweed frock-coat, and has a square-topped bowler.)
Jobbins. My name is Jobbins, sir. (Gives large card.) Private inquiry and detective agent, utmost secrecy and despatch, parties watched, missing relatives traced, divorces ensured.
Jack. This is a very simple matter, Mr. Jobbins. The gentleman who resides here left home suddenly. I want him fetched back at once. (Sits and writes note as:)
Jobbins. Yes, sir (goes up, then returns), where is he? (With notebook open to take notes.)
Jobbins (notes). Brighton—what hotel, sir?
Jack. Do you think if I knew what hotel I should require a detective?
Jobbins. Then how am I to find him?
Jack. The best thing will be to take the first train to Brighton.