profound conviction. "Yes, Mr. Rattar, that is evidently the solution. The unfortunate man had clearly not been himself, probably for some little time previously. Well, I'll make a few more enquiries, but I fancy my work is nearly at an end. Good-morning."
He rose and was half way across the room, when he stopped and asked, as if the idea had suddenly occurred to him:
"By the way, I hear that Miss Farmond was in seeing you a couple of days ago."
Again Simon seemed to start a little, and again he hesitated for an instant and then replied with a grunt.
"Had she any news?" asked the other.
Simon grunted again and shook his head, and Carrington threw him a friendly nod and went out.
He maintained the same air till he had turned down a bye street and was alone, and only then he gave vent to his feelings.
"I'm dashed!" he muttered, "absolutely jiggered!"
All the while he shook his head and slashed with his walking stick through the air. There was no doubt that Mr. Carrington was thoroughly and genuinely puzzled.
