"If you please, sir," he said, "one of the sailors from your yacht has called with this. He is waiting in the hall in case you want him."
With a certain feeling of surprise Tony laid down his knife and fork, and slitting open the buff-coloured envelope, pulled out its contents.
They were brief and distinctly to the point.
Isabel has disappeared; fear the worst; come back immediately. GUY.
CHAPTER XVII
A DECOY MESSAGE
Guy must have heard the car turning in at the drive, for as they drew up in front of the house, he flung open the door and stepped out to meet them. He looked white and haggard in the bright morning sunshine.
"You got my wire?" was his first remark.
Tony, who was at the wheel, nodded his head, and climbed stiffly out of his seat. Hardened as he was to rapid driving, he felt something like a momentary reaction now that the return journey had been accomplished without disaster.
"Come into the house, Guy," he said. "You look like an advertisement for Sanatogen."