Mr. Rodney gazed wildly in every conceivable direction.
"He's gone!" he cried on a piercing note. "He's——"
In his turn he bent down to the Duke and whispered excitedly, "Does anything occur to you, Duke?"
"Eh?"
"I say, does anything occur to you?"
And Mr. Rodney crouched over him, looking far more surreptitious and knowing than Guy Fawkes.
"What about?"
"About Van Adam's sudden going to bed in this strange manner?" whispered Mr. Rodney.
"No, except that he's like some damned old woman. What should occur?"