As I say, Sir Gilbert can make what disposal he pleases of his own property." "And what I say, Portlethorpe," retorted Mr.Lindsey, "is that I'm going to be convinced that it is his own property! I'm going to see Paley whether you do or not--and you'll be a fool if you don't come." Mr.Portlethorpe protested--but he accompanied us.

And we were very soon in Mr.John Paley's office--a quiet, self-possessed sort of man who showed no surprise at our appearance; indeed, he at once remarked that the bank manager had just telephoned that we were on the way, and why.
"Then I'll ask you a question at once," said Mr.Lindsey.

"And I'm sure you'll be good enough to answer it.

When did you last see Sir Gilbert Carstairs ?" Mr.Paley immediately turned to a diary which lay on his desk, and gave one glance at it.

"Three days ago," he answered promptly.
"Wednesday--eleven o'clock.".