Arnold looked up quickly. Fenella paused with her glass raised to her lips.
"Who is the missing man?" Lady Blennington asked.
"Mr. Weatherley," Sabatini replied. "We can scarcely call him that, perhaps, but he has certainly gone off on a little expedition without leaving his address."
"Well, you amaze me!" Lady Blennington exclaimed. "I never thought that he was that sort of a husband."
"Did you make any discoveries?" asked Arnold.
Sabatini shook his head.
"None," he confessed. "As an investigator I was a failure. However, I must say that I prosecuted my inquiries in one direction only. It may interest you to know that I have come to the conclusion that Mr. Weatherley's disappearance is not connected in any way with the matters of which we spoke this morning."
"Then it remains the more mysterious," declared Arnold.
"Fenella, at any rate, is not disposed to wear widow's weeds," remarked Lady Blennington. "Cheer up, dear, he'll come back all right. Husbands always do. It is our other intimate friends who desert us."
Fenella laughed.