To-night,
however, I must have made a mistake in my calculations. Instead
of remaining in a state of coma until midnight, he recovered
during my absence and appears to have walked out of the place."
"You have no idea where he is at the present moment, then?"
Catherine asked.
"Not the slightest," Bright assured her. "I only know that he
left the place without hat, gloves, or walking stick. Otherwise,
he was fully dressed, and no doubt had plenty of money in his
pocket."
"Is he likely to have any return of the indisposition from which,
owing to your efforts, he has been suffering?" the Bishop
enquired.
"I should say not," was the curt answer. "He may find his memory
somewhat affected temporarily. He ought to be able to find his
way home, though. If not, I suppose you'll hear of him through
the police courts or a hospital. Nothing that we have done," he
added, after a moment's pause, "is likely to affect his health
permanently in the slightest degree."
"You now know all that there is to be known, Miss Abbeway," Fenn
said. "I agree with you that it is highly desirable that Mr.
Orden should be found at once, and if you can suggest any way in
which I might be of assistance in discovering his present
whereabouts, I shall be only too glad to help. For instance,
would you like me to telephone to his rooms?"
Catherine rose to her feet.
"Thank you, Mr. Fenn," she said, "I don't think that we will
trouble you. Mr. Furley is making enquiries both at Mr.
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