The slightly worn look came back to Arnold's face. Young and strong though he was, he was beginning to feel the strain of the last few days.
"A most extraordinary thing has happened, Ruth," he declared. "Mr. Weatherley has disappeared."
She looked at him blankly.
"Disappeared? I don't understand."
"He simply didn't turn up at business this morning," Arnold continued. "He left Bourne End about seven, and no one has set eyes on him since."
She was bewildered.
"But how is it that that makes such a difference to you?" she asked. "What can have happened to him?"
"No one knows," he explained; "but in a little safe, of which he had given me the keys, he left behind some letters with instructions that during his absence from business Mr. Jarvis and I should jointly take charge. I can't really imagine why I should have been put in such a position, but there it is. The solicitors have been down this afternoon, and I am drawing six pounds a week and a bonus."
She took his hand in hers and patted it gently.
"I am so very glad, Arnold," she said, "so very glad that the days of your loneliness are over. Now you will be able to go and take some comfortable rooms somewhere and make the sort of friends you ought to have. Didn't I always foretell it?" she went on. "I used to try and fancy sometimes that the ships we saw were bringing treasure for me, too, but I never really believed that. It wasn't quite likely."