With them lives an older lady--" Greenacre paused, meditating.
"The name of the missing man ?" he added gently.
"Fellow called Clover." "Clover--clover?
_Clo_--" Greenacre's first repetition of the name was mechanical, the next sounded a note of confused surprise, the third broke short in a very singular way, just as if his eyes had suddenly fallen on something which startled him into silence.

Yet no one had entered the room, no face had appeared at the door.
"What's up ?" asked Gammon.
The other regained his self-possession, as though he had for a moment wandered mentally from the subject they were discussing.
"Forgive me.

What name did you say?
Yes, yes, Clover.

Odd name.

Tell me something about him.