Dennis stared in amazement at this unexpected departure but Orbit shook his head.
“I have heard nothing from any claimant in this country or his own, but I have instructed my attorneys to cable to Cornwall, not only for Hughes’ heirs but to ascertain if any close relatives of his are in actual want. I feel that it is the least I can do after twenty years of efficient service.”
“You’ve not replaced him yet?”
Orbit shrugged.
“That would be well-nigh impossible to do. A new man is coming in a few days, highly recommended by a friend, but he will not be another Hughes.... What is it, Ching Lee?”
He had taken a cigarette from an ivory box on the table and he paused with it midway to his lips as the butler appeared in the doorway.
“The tutor, Mr. Trafford, sir. He desires to know if Master Horace is here.”
“‘Here?’” Orbit raised his eyebrows. “No. I haven’t seen the little chap since he passed this morning with Mr. Trafford. You might ask Fu Moy or Jean if they have seen him.”
“Very good, sir.”
Ching Lee inclined his head and departed, as silently as he had come. Orbit lighted his cigarette and leaned back.