"I miss my morning wonder as to how he tied his tie." "Gone," Dominey replied, looking round from the sideboard.
"Gone ?" every one repeated.
"I should think such a thing has never happened to him before," Dominey observed.

"He was wanted in town." "Fancy any one wanting Eddy for any serious purpose!" Caroline murmured.
"Fancy any one wanting him badly enough to drag him out of bed in the middle of the night with a telephone call and send him up to town by the breakfast train from Norwich!" their host continued.

"I thought we had started a new ghost when he came into my room in a purple dressing-gown and broke the news." "Who wanted him ?" the Duke enquired.

"His tailor ?" "Business of importance was his pretext," Dominey replied.
There was a little ripple of good-humoured laughter.
"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.