“I’m so sorry,” she said apologetically. “But Father has just rung up. He says I must come home because everybody is worrying him.”
She paused.
“Yes, my dear Eileen?” said George encouragingly, perceiving that there was more to come.
“I wouldn’t have interrupted you—only that I thought it might perhaps have something to do with all this. You see, what has upset Father is that one of our footmen is missing. He went out last night and hasn’t come back.”
“What is the man’s name?” It was Sir Oswald who took up the cross-examination.
“John Bauer.”
“An Englishman?”
“I believe he calls himself a Swiss—but I think he’s a German. He speaks English perfectly, though.”
“Ah!” Sir Oswald drew in his breath with a long, satisfied hiss. “And he has been at Chimneys—how long?”
“Just under a month.”
Sir Oswald turned to the other two.
“Here is our missing man. You know, Lomax, as well as I do, that several foreign Governments are after the thing. I remember the man now perfectly—tall, well-drilled fellow. Came about a fortnight before we left. A clever move. Any new servants here would be closely scrutinised, but at Chimneys, five miles away—” He did not finish the sentence.
“You think the plan was laid so long beforehand?”