“Mr. Mergleson,” he cried, “I say—Mr. Mergleson.”
“What’s up?” said Mr. Mergleson.
“He’s gone!”
“Who?”
“Bealby.”
“Home?” This almost hopefully.
“No.”
“Where?”
“Up there! I think he ran against somebody.”
Mr. Mergleson scrutinized his subordinate’s face for a second. Then he listened intently; both men listened intently.