“Mr Harry arrived?”
“No, sir.”
“What time did he leave yesterday?”
“Not here yesterday, sir.”
“The day before?”
“Not here the day before yesterday, sir.”
“What time did he leave on Monday?”
“About five minutes after you left for Brighton, sir.”
“Thank you, Barlow; that will do. By the way—”
The clerk who had nearly reached the door, turned, and there was again silence, while a few specks were blown from where they had fallen inside one of the spotless cuffs.