Brownlow couldn't say.
"Would he be at his house, do you think?"
"Hardly," said Brownlow; "he might have gone home, but I think it's improbable."
"I must see him," said Moxon again. "It's extraordinary. Why, I wrote to him telling him I was coming this afternoon and he knows the importance of my business."
"Mr. Pettigrew hasn't opened his morning letters yet," said Brownlow.
"Good Lord!" said Moxon.
Then, after a pause:
"Will you telephone to his house to see?"
"Mr. Pettigrew has no telephone," said Brownlow; "he dislikes them, except in business."
Moxon remembered this and other old-fashioned traits in Pettigrew; the remembrance did not ease his irritation.