LXIV
Whatever Tanqueray thought of Brodrick's chill, it and the fear it inspired in Gertrude had been grave enough to keep him in the house. For three days (the last of September) he had not been in Fleet Street, in his office.
There was agitation there, and agitation in the mind of the editor and of his secretary. Tanqueray's serial was running its devastating course through the magazine, and the last instalment of the manuscript was overdue (Tanqueray was always a little late with his instalments). Brodrick was worried, and Gertrude, at work with him in his study, tried to soothe him. They telephoned to the office for the manuscript. The manuscript was not there. The clerk suggested that it was probably still with the type-writer, Miss Ranger. They telephoned to Miss Ranger, who replied that the manuscript had been typed and sent to the author three weeks ago for revision.
Brodrick sent a messenger to Tanqueray's house for the manuscript. He returned towards evening with a message that Mrs. Tanqueray was out, Mr. Tanqueray was in the country and the servant did not know his address.
They telegraphed to Addy Ranger's rooms for his address. The reply came, "Post Office, Okehampton, Devon."
Brodrick repeated it with satisfaction as he wrote it down: "Post Office, Okehampton, Devon."
Gertrude was silent.
"He's got friends somewhere in Devonshire," Brodrick said.
"At the Post Office?" she murmured.
"Of course—if they're motoring."