"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?"