“Well?” he asked coldly, in a changed manner.
“You possibly are unaware that I am engaged to be married to Marion Rolfe, the sister of your secretary, a young lady in whom you were kind enough to take an interest am obtain for her a situation at Cunnington’s.”
The old man nodded, his countenance sphinx-like.
“The lady in question has been dismissed by Mr Cunnington at a moment’s notice, and he refuses to tell me the reason of his very remarkable action. I want you to be good enough to obtain a response for me.”
“And where is the young lady?” asked the wary Statham.
“Nobody knows. She would leave no address.”
“Then you are unaware of her whereabouts?”
“She has disappeared.”
“Extraordinary!” the old fellow remarked, reflecting deeply for a moment.
“Yes. I cannot imagine why, in the circumstances, she has not written to me,” Max declared, the expression upon his face betraying his deep distress.