"Without a doubt," Arnold promised.
She began to laugh again.
"Without a doubt!" she mocked him. "You are a very stolid young man, Arnold."
"To tell you the truth," he admitted, "I am a little bothered just now. We want Mr. Weatherley badly, and I don't understand his having been within a few hundred yards of the office nearly two hours ago and not having turned up here."
"He will arrive," she replied confidently. "Have no fear of that. There are others to whom accidents and adventures might happen, but not, I think, to Mr. Samuel Weatherley. I am sorry that you are bothered, though, Mr. Chetwode. I think that to console you I shall wear one of my two new muslin gowns which have just arrived from Paris."
"What is she talking about all this time?" Mr. Jarvis, who was itching with curiosity, broke in.
"I am called away now," Arnold declared down the telephone. "I shall be quite punctual. Good-bye!"
He heard her laugh again as he hung up the receiver.
"Well, well," Mr. Jarvis demanded, "what is it all about? Have you heard anything?"
"Nothing of any importance, I am afraid," Arnold admitted. "Mrs. Weatherley laughs at the idea of anything having happened to her husband."