MR. WEATHERLEY'S DISAPPEARANCE
Arnold arrived at Tooley Street only a few minutes after his usual time. He made his way at once into the private office and commenced his work. At ten o'clock Mr. Jarvis came in. The pile of letters upon Mr. Weatherley's desk was as yet untouched.
"Any idea where the governor is?" the cashier asked. "He's nearly half an hour late."
Arnold glanced at the clock.
"Mr. Weatherley is spending the week-end down the river," he said. "I dare say the trains up are a little awkward."
Mr. Jarvis looked at him curiously.
"How do you happen to know that?"
"I was there yesterday for a short time," Arnold told him.
Mr. Jarvis whistled softly.
"Seems to me you're getting pretty chummy with the governor," he remarked; "or is it Mrs. Weatherley, eh?"
Arnold lifted h
