"Then I'll go to his house myself," said he.
When he arrived at King Charles Street, Mudd opened the door.
Mudd and Moxon were mutually known one to the other, Moxon having often dined there.
"Is your master in, Mudd?" asked Moxon.
"No, sir," answered Mudd; "he's not at home, and mayn't be at home for some time."
"What do you mean?"
"He left me directions that if he wasn't at the office when the brougham called to take him to luncheon I was to tell the office he was called away; the coachman has just come back to say he wasn't there, so I am sending him back to the office to tell them."
"Called away! For how long?"
"Well, it might be a month," said Mudd, remembering.