"Yes—especially as she was out." Chris spoke constrainedly. He dreaded having to break the news to Marie.
The afternoon went by, and she did not come. Greyson did not know where she had gone.
"Nobody rang her up?" Chris asked, with sudden apprehension.
"No, sir; Mr. Dakers rang up twice before lunch, but he asked for you."
Chris went to the 'phone and gave Feathers' number, but Feathers had gone out in the car, so they told him, and had left no word as to when he would return.
Greyson brought Chris some tea in the smoking-room, but he left it untouched.
"There are some letters, sir," she said, as she came to take the tray away, but Chris did not even glance at them.
His heart was racked with anxiety for his wife. He wished he had insisted on seeing her that morning and he blamed himself bitterly.
Evening came, but no Marie.
"I don't want any dinner," Chris said, when the servants begged him to eat. He wandered in and out of the house restlessly. He had rung up everyone where he thought there was the slightest chance of 283 finding Marie, but nobody had seen her. He had rung Feathers twenty times without result.