"It sounds like a good deal," Arnold admitted, "but I expect he had saved it."
"Of course he had saved it," Mr. Jarvis admitted; "but what has that to do with it? One doesn't save money for the pleasure of spending it. Never since my connection with the firm has Mr. Weatherley attempted to spend anything like one half of his income."
"Then I should think it was quite time he began," Arnold declared. "You are not going to suggest, I suppose, that financial embarrassments had anything to do with Mr. Weatherley's disappearance?"
Mr. Jarvis started. To him the suggestion sounded sacrilegious.
"My dear Chetwode," he said, "you must indeed be ignorant of the resources of the firm when you make such a suggestion! I simply wished to point out that after his marriage Mr. Weatherley completely changed all his habits. It is not well for a man of his age to change his habits.... God bless my soul, here is an automobile stopping outside. If it should be Mr. Weatherley come back!"
They both hurried eagerly to the window. The automobile, however, which had drawn up outside, was larger and more luxurious than Mr. Weatherley's. Count Sabatini, folding up his newspaper, made a leisurely descent. The cashier looked at him curiously.
"Wonder who it is," he remarked. "Looks like some sort of a foreigner."
"It is Mrs. Weatherley's brother," Arnold told him.
Mr. Jarvis was deeply interested. A moment later a card was brought in.
"Gentleman wishes to see Mr. Chetwode."