The pretty housemaid looked at me in a rather startled fashion. "Perhaps he's funny in his head, sir. Cook and me thought that perhaps he didn't rightly know what he was doing. He seemed very queer, sir."
I nodded. "I shouldn't wonder if you've hit it," I said.
As a matter of fact, her theory didn't strike me as being at all a probable one, but for the moment I could think of nothing else to say.
"You might ask Mr. Logan to come in," I added, as she prepared to withdraw. "We'll see about Milford as soon as I get up."
A moment later Billy came in, blinking, in his pyjamas.
"This is a nice game, Billy," I said. "We've lost Milford now." Then I proceeded to tell him what I had just learned.
The comic side seemed to strike him as forcibly as it did me. Anyhow, he sat down on the bed and grinned at me cheerfully.
"There's no monotony about this job," he observed; "that's one thing to be said in its favour. What on earth can have happened to the chap?"
I shook my head. "Goodness knows," I said, "unless he's been decoyed away and spifflicated by the gentle Guarez. I should hardly have thought he'd have been such an ass, though."
"I suppose he isn't one of the gang?" suggested Billy hopefully.