He was looking a little grave.
"I ought, perhaps, to inform you, madam, and Mr.Quest," he said, "that I did, only a short time ago, suggest to the Professor's servant--the man who brought your mackintosh, sir," he added, turning to the Professor--"that he could, if he chose, make use of this means of leaving the house.

Mr.Craig is a personal friend of mine, and a member of a very select little club we have for social purposes." "Did he follow your suggestion ?" Sanford Quest asked.
"Of that I am not aware, sir," the butler replied.

"I left Mr.Craig with some refreshment, expecting that he would remain until my return, but a few minutes later I discovered that he had left.

I will enquire in the kitchen if anything is known as to his movements." He hurried off.

Quest turned to the Professor.
"Has he been with you long, this man Craig, Professor ?" he asked.
The Professor's smile was illuminating, his manner simple but convincing.
"Craig," he asserted, "is the best servant, the most honest mortal who ever breathed.