"Ten minutes past twelve."
She frowned.
"It certainly does begin to look a little queer," she admitted. "Do you think that he has met with an accident?"
"We have already tried the hospitals and the police station," he told her.
She looked at him steadfastly.
"You have an idea—you have some idea of what has happened," she said.
"Nothing definite," Arnold replied, gravely. "I cannot imagine what it all means, but I believe that Mr. Weatherley has disappeared."