But it's my impression that Sir Gilbert Carstairs is away!--and that his wife's after him.

And if you want to be doing something, try to find out where she went on her bicycle yesterday--likely, she rode to some station in the neighbourhood, and then took train." Mr.Lindsey and I then went to the office, and we had not been there long when a telegram arrived from Newcastle.

Mr.Portlethorpe himself was coming on to Berwick immediately.

And in the middle of the afternoon he arrived--a middle-aged, somewhat nervous-mannered man, whom I had seen two or three times when we had business at the Assizes, and whom Mr.
Lindsey evidently knew pretty well, judging by their familiar manner of greeting each other.
"What's all this, Lindsey ?" asked Mr.Portlethorpe, as soon as he walked in, and without any preliminaries.

"Your wire says Sir Gilbert and Lady Carstairs have disappeared.