“Mr. Gaunt, you were splendid,” Drake said in a low voice.
“I am glad that you are satisfied,” he answered drily. “Do you know why my wife left?”
“No. She wouldn’t allow me to accompany her.”
“Do you think that she was angry? Did she say anything to you?”
“Nothing, but I thought that she was disturbed,” Drake answered hesitatingly.
Gaunt once more lapsed into silence, and they walked rapidly along until they reached his home.
“There is a gentleman waiting to see you, sir,” the footman said deprecatingly.
“Who is it?”
“Mr. Braithwaite, sir. I told him that you were out, but he insisted upon waiting. In fact I couldn’t get rid of him.”
Gaunt uttered an exclamation of impatience, and went at once to the library.