He was not the kind of gentleman to go away like this and leave no word behind him." "Still," she advised cheerfully, "I shouldn't despair.

More wonderful things have happened than that your master should return home to-morrow or the next day with a perfectly simple explanation of his absence." "I should be very glad to see him, madam," the man replied, as he backed towards the door.

"If I can be of any assistance, perhaps you will ring." The valet departed, closing the door behind him.

Catherine looked around the room into which they had been ushered, with a little frown.

It was essentially a man's sitting room, but it was well and tastefully furnished, and she was astonished at the immense number of books, pamphlets and Reviews which crowded the walls and every available space.
The Derby desk still stood open, there was a typewriter on a special stand, and a pile of manuscript paper.
"What on earth," she murmured, "could Mr.Orden have wanted with a typewriter! I thought journalism was generally done in the offices of a newspaper--the sort of journalism that he used to undertake." "Nice little crib, isn't it ?" Fenn remarked, glancing around.