CHAPTER II MOXON AND MUDD
Now, Moxon had come up that morning from Framlingham in Kent, where he was taking a holiday, to transact some business. Amongst other things he had to see Simon Pettigrew on a question about some bills.
The apparition he had encountered in the hall of the Charing Cross Hotel pursued him to Plunder's office, where he first went, and, when he left Plunder's for luncheon at Prosser's, in Chancery Lane, it still pursued him.
Though he knew it could not be Pettigrew, some uneasy spirit in his subconsciousness kept insisting that it was Pettigrew.
At two o'clock he called at Old Serjeants' Inn. He saw Brownlow, who had just returned from lunch.
No, Mr. Pettigrew was not in. He had gone out that morning early and had not returned.
"I must see him," said Moxon. "When do you think he will be in?"