"Does Eddy do anything for a living?" Caroline asked, yawning.

"Mr. Pelham is a director of the Chelsea Motor Works," Mangan told them.
"He received a small legacy last year, and his favourite taxicab man was
the first to know about it."

"You're not suggesting," she exclaimed, "that it is business of that
sort which has taken Eddy away!"

"I should think it most improbable," Mangan confessed. "As a matter of
fact, he asked me the other day if I knew where their premises were."

"We shall miss him," she acknowledged. "It was quite one of the events
of the day to see his costume after shooting."

"His bridge was reasonably good," the Duke commented.

"He shot rather well the last two days," Mangan remarked.

"And he had told me confidentially," Caroline concluded, "that he was
going to wear brown to-day. Now I think Eddy would have looked nice in
brown."

The missing young man's requiem was finished by the arrival of the local
morning papers. A few moments later Dominey rose and left the room.
Seaman, who had been unusually silent, followed him.

"My friend," he confided, "I do not know whether you have heard, but
there was a curious disappearance from the Hall last night."