“Where is Miss Ford?” he asked.
“Miss Ford had to go out. She asked me to say good-bye to you, sir,” said Eleanor. “Will you see Mr. Superbus?”
“No, I will not see Mr. Superbus. Tell him—well, tell him anything you like. I’ve got a train to catch.”
He was gone in such a hurry that Bobbie had not time to get the information he had come to procure—Gordon had not told him the address to which he was to wire. There was time to go after him, but his immediate objective was unknown. It was obviously too early for the train, and Bobbie had such a sense of delicacy that he would not take the risk of a chance meeting with the fascinating Mrs. van Oynne. He sat down, waiting for Diana’s return, and puzzling over the change which a letter had wrought in her. That it was a letter, he knew. Sharper of eye than his brother, he had noticed the closely written page beneath her hand. Diana had her secrets too.
As for Gordon, he was a fool, an utter, hopeless, dithering maniac! Bobbie got up and walked across to the safe, hesitated a moment, then manipulated the dial and pulled the door open.
Except for a receipt form and a four page contract, the safe was empty. Of money there was none!
CHAPTER XI
It was half an hour before Diana came back, and she still showed the effects of the shock she had received at breakfast time.
“Hullo, Bobbie!” She glanced at his face. “What is the matter?”
“Diana”—he spoke slowly—“you’re in some kind of trouble.”