“Not returned? What do you mean?”
“His lordship came in shortly after six-thirty, and, having dressed, went out again.”
At this moment there was a noise outside the front door, a sort of scrabbling noise, as if somebody were trying to paw his way through the woodwork. Then a sort of thud.
“Better go and see what that is, Jeeves.”
“Very good, sir.”
He went out and came back again.
“If you would not mind stepping this way, sir, I think we might be able to carry him in.”
“Carry him in?”
“His lordship is lying on the mat, sir.”
I went to the front door. The man was right. There was Motty huddled up outside on the floor. He was moaning a bit.