She pointed to the letter which still lay upon the table.
"Is it not his expressed wish that you should make no effort towards solving the reasons for his disappearance?"
"There is no reason," Arnold answered, doggedly, "why one should not attempt to understand them."
Mr. Jarvis had finished his telephoning. Fenella went up to him with outstretched hand.
"Mr. Jarvis," she said, "there is nothing more I can do here. I am very much upset. Will you take me out to my car, please? I know that you will do the very best you can without Mr. Weatherley, and I am glad that you have Mr. Chetwode to help you. I would come down myself sometimes," she added, "but I am sure that I should only be in the way. Good afternoon, Mr. Chetwode."
"You have not answered my question," he persisted.
She looked at him as a great lady would look at a presuming servant.
"I see no necessity," she replied. "I am too much upset to receive visitors to-day. If you are ready, Mr. Jarvis."
She left the room without even a backward glance, closely followed by the cashier. Arnold stood looking after the retreating figures for a moment, then he turned away with a hard little laugh. Once more he read and re-read Mr. Weatherley's letter. Before he had finished, Mr. Jarvis came bustling back into the room.
"Well!" he exclaimed, dramatically. "Well!"