"But will you not look round ?" Mr.Taynton did so.

He also looked in the waste-paper basket, but it was empty.
So he went back to make ready to receive his guests, for the little party.

But it had got dark; this "document" whatever it was, appeared to trouble him.

The simple step he had contemplated had not led him in quite the right direction.
The Superintendent with his colleague went back into the sitting-room on the lawyer's departure, and Mr.Figgis took from his pocket most of his notes.
"I went to the station, Wilkinson," he said, "and in the lost luggage office I found Mr.Mills's bag.

It had arrived on Thursday evening.