The book was gone.
Moody watched him with a feeling of despair.

"Oh! Mr.Hardyman, don't say you have lost your pocketbook!" He sat down again at his desk, with sullen submission to the new disaster.

"All I can say is you're at liberty to look for it," he replied.

"I must have dropped it somewhere." He turned impatiently to the foreman, "Now then! What is the next check wanted?
I shall go mad if I wait in this damned place much longer!" Moody left him, and found his way to the servants' offices.

"Mr.
Hardyman has lost his pocketbook," he said.