JARVIS IS JUSTLY DISTURBED It was fully half-past three before Arnold found himself back in Tooley Street.

He hung up his coat and hat and was preparing to enter Mr.Weatherley's room when the chief clerk saw him.

Mr.Jarvis had been standing outside, superintending the unloading of several dray loads of American bacon.

He laid his hand upon Arnold's shoulder.
"One moment, Chetwode," he said.

"I want to speak to you out here." Arnold followed him to a retired part of the warehouse.