"No sign of him," Holderness replied gloomily.
"What about his hat and coat?" Ferrani inquired, with a sudden inspiration.
"Great idea," Holderness assented, turning towards the cloakroom attendant. "Don't you remember my friend, James?" he went on. "He arrived about half-past one, and threw his coat and hat over to you."
The attendant nodded and glanced towards an empty peg.
"I remember him quite well, sir," he acknowledged. "Number sixty-seven was his number."
"Where are his things, then?"
"Gone, sir," the man replied.
"Do you remember his asking for them?"
The attendant shook his head.
"Can't say that I do, sir," he acknowledged, "but they've gone right enough."