Without replying, Parkes left the room. Reaching the library door, he knocked discreetly and then entered. The electric lights were switched on and everything looked as usual, but the room was empty. The butler moved on, and opening a door which led to the smoking room, passed in. The lights were off here, as they were also in the billiard room, which he next visited.
‘He must have gone up to bed,’ thought Parkes, and returning to his room, spoke to Innes.
‘I can’t find Sir William about anywhere below stairs, and he hasn’t had his punch. I wish you’d have a look whether he hasn’t gone to bed.’
The valet left the room.
‘He’s not upstairs, Mr Parkes,’ he said, returning a few moments later. ‘And he’s not been either so far as I can see. The lights are off and nothing’s been touched.’
‘But where is he? He’s never been so late ringing for his punch before.’
‘I’m blessed if I know. Maybe, Mr Parkes, we should have another look round?’
‘It might be as well.’
The two men returned to the library. It was still empty, and they decided to make a tour of the lower rooms. In each they switched on the lights and had a look round, but without result. Sir William had disappeared.
‘Come upstairs,’ said Parkes.