“And have you had no holiday?”
“Of course I have, sir. Sometimes a week, sometimes a fortnight; and last year he gave me a month.”
“What time of the year was it?”
“In February. He went up to Aberdeen, and told me there was no need for me to go, and that I could shut up the chambers and have a holiday. I did, and went down to Norfolk to visit the friends of the girl I’m engaged to.”
“And he was gone a month?”
“Yes. A few days over a month.”
“You had letters from him, I suppose?” I suggested.
“Only one, about four or five days after he had left.”
“Then for aught you know he may have left Aberdeen and gone to Monte Carlo?” I said.
“Of course he may have done, sir. But he told me nothing about it.”