They told me at his flat in town that he went off with his luggage yesterday afternoon, and gave orders that all letters were to be sent to his Brighton address.

You don't think there's anything wrong, do you ?" "My dear fellow, what could be wrong ?" asked Mr.Taynton.

"He had some business to do at Lewes on his way down, and I make no doubt he slept there, probably forgetting all about his appointment with me.

I would wager you that we shall find he is in Brighton when we get in." "I'll take that," said Morris.

"Half a crown." "No, no, my usual shilling, my usual shilling," laughed the other.
* * * * * Morris set Mr.Taynton down at his office, and by way of settling their wager at once, waited at the door, while the other went upstairs to see if his partner was there.