"I couldn't come quicker," was Mr. Green's reply. "I had to look all through the book. The marriage is not there."
"It is thrift to send you upon an errand," retorted Mr. Kenneth. "You have not been searching."
"I have done nothing else but search since I left. If the entry had been there, Mr. Kenneth, I should have been back in no time. It is not exactly a day to stop for pleasure in a mouldy old church that's colder than charity, or to amuse oneself in the streets."
Mr. Fauntleroy looked up from his desk. "The entry is there, Green: you have overlooked it."
"Sir, I assure you that the entry is not there," repeated Mr. Green. "I looked very carefully."
"Call in Omer," said Mr. Fauntleroy. "You saw the entry of Robert Carr's marriage to Martha Ann Hughes?" he continued, when Omer appeared.
"Yes, sir."
"You are sure of it?"
"Certainly, sir. I saw it and read it."
"You hear, Mr. Green. You have overlooked it."