THE WISDOM OF FATHER BROWN
"Mr. Boulnois asked me to offer his apologies, sir," he said, "but he has been obliged to go out suddenly."
"But see here, I had an appointment," said the interviewer, with a rising voice. "Do you know where he went to?"
"To Pendragon Park, sir," said the servant, rather sombrely, and began to close the door.
Kidd started a little. "Did he go with Mrs. with the rest of the party?" he asked rather vaguely.
"No, sir," said the man shortly; "he stayed behind, and then went out alone." And he shut the door, brutally, but with an air of duty not done.
The American, that curious compound of impudence and sensitiveness, was annoyed. He felt a strong desire to hustle them all along a bit and teach them business habits; the hoary old dog and the grizzled, heavy-faced old butler with his prehistoric shirt-front, and the drowsy old moon, and above all the scatter-brained old philosopher who couldn't keep an appointment.
"If that's the way he goes on he deserves to lose his wife's purest devotion," said Mr. Calhoun Kidd. "But perhaps he's gone over to make a row. In that case I reckon a man from The Western Sun will be on the spot."
And turning the corner by the open lodge-gates, he set off, stumping up the long avenue of
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