When it came to the step which T. X. thought fit to take in the
pursuance of his duty, Mansus was beyond surprise.

"You can charge him with anything you like," said T. X., with fine
carelessness, "probably something will occur to you on your way up
to town. As a matter of fact the chauffeur has been called
unexpectedly away to Greece and has probably left by this
morning's train for the Continent. If that is so, we can do
nothing, because the boat will have left Dover and will have
landed him at Boulogne, but if by any luck you get him, keep him
busy until I get back."

T. X. himself was a busy man that day, and it was not until night
was falling that he again turned to Beston Tracey to find a
telegram waiting for him. He opened it and read,

"Chauffeur's name, Goole. Formerly waiter English Club,
Constantinople. Left for east by early train this morning, his
mother being ill."

"His mother ill," said T. X. contemptuously, "how very feeble, - I
should have thought Kara could have gone one better than that."

He was in John Lexman's study as the door opened and the maid
announced, "Mr. Remington Kara."




CHAPTER IV