“A young lady named Shaylor.”
“Ah!” he ejaculated. “Yes, I know. He was very fond of her—very fond! Her mother is a widow in very straitened circumstances, I’ve heard. But do you say he’s missing?”
“Yes. He disappeared while they were on their honeymoon in Switzerland.”
“And where is his wife now?”
“With her mother in Bexhill. But tell me, Mr. Seton, Mr. Graydon as you call him, was with you for some months, wasn’t he?”
“For nearly a year and a half, sir.”
“And during that time did a man named Audley ever visit him?”
“Yes, a round-faced man who lived at Belton’s. He visited Mr. Graydon first about six weeks before he left me to go and live at Belton’s.”
“Why did he leave you?”
“Well, he had a bachelor party one night—they were very noisy and I remonstrated with him, and—well, he’s only young, sir—and the fact is he insulted me. So I gave him notice. But we’re still the best of friends,” said the ex-butler.