"It is my belief," he said impressively, "that we none of us knew the sort of man Mr. Weatherley was, or rather the sort of man he has become since his marriage."
"I don't see what marriage with Mrs. Weatherley could have had to do with his disappearance," Arnold remarked.
Mr. Jarvis looked foolishly wise from behind his gold-rimmed spectacles.
"You haven't had the opportunity of watching the governor as I have since his marriage," he declared. "Take my advice, Chetwode. You are not married, I presume?"
"I am not," Arnold assured him.
"Nor thinking of it?"
"Nor thinking of it," Arnold repeated.
"When the time comes," Mr. Jarvis said, "don't you go poking about in any foreign islands or places. If only the governor had left those smelly European cheeses to take care of themselves, he'd be sitting here in his chair at this moment, smoking a cigar and handing me out the orders. You and I are, so to speak, in a confidential position now, Chetwode, and I am able to say things to you about which I might have hesitated before. Do you know how much the governor has spent during the last year?"
"No idea," Arnold replied. "Does it matter?"
"He has spent," Mr. Jarvis announced, solemnly, "close upon ten thousand pounds."