He sat down for a moment to consider another point. His own old Waterbury and rolled gold chain, and the few unimportant letters in his pockets—where were they?
He determined to clear this matter at once, and boldly rang the bell.
The valet answered it.
“When I came back last night—er—was there anything in my pockets?” asked he.
“No, my Lord. They had taken everything from the pockets.”
“No watch and chain?”
“No, my Lord.”
“Have you the clothes I came back in?”
“Yes, my Lord.”
“Go and fetch them.”