"Whose?" Dominey asked, pausing in the act of selecting a cigarette.

"Our friend Miller, or Wolff--Doctor Schmidt's emissary," Seaman
announced, "has disappeared."

"Disappeared?" Dominey repeated. "I suppose he is having a prowl round
somewhere."

"I have left it to you to make more careful enquiries," Seaman replied.
"All I can tell you is that I made up my mind last night to interview
him once more and try to fathom his very mysterious behaviour. I
found the door of your butler's sitting-room locked, and a very civil
fellow--Mr. Pelham's valet he turned out to be--told me that he had left
in the car which went for the evening papers."

"I will go and make some enquiries," Dominey decided, after a moment's
puzzled consideration.

"If you please," Seaman acquiesced. "The affair disconcerts me because I
do not understand it. When there is a thing which I do not understand, I
am uncomfortable."

Dominey vanished into the nether regions, spent half an hour with
Rosamund, and saw nothing of his disturbed guest again until they were
walking to the first wood. They had a moment together after Dominey had
pointed out the stands.

"Well?" Seaman enquired.