is what you said. I may tell you, Mr. Morley, that I am not of your opinion. I do not believe that Mr. Philip had any hand whatever in his brother's death."
"No, sir? I—I'm glad to hear it."
"Very soon you will receive from his own lips an explanation which will blow all your doubts away. I believe that he will clear the whole thing up at once, if you will take me to him."
Mr. Morley's jaw dropped open.
"Take you to him? But that—that's just it. I don't know where he is. Isn't he—here?"
He looked about him as if he half expected to discover Philip Lawrence hidden behind a curtain or under a table.
"Do I understand you to mean that your master has not returned all night?"
"Yes, sir; that's what I do mean, and that's what makes me so—concerned. He's a gentleman of regular habits—most regular; and I've never known him to stop out all night before without giving me warning."
I felt that, in that case, he must indeed be a gentleman of most regular habits.
"Where does Mr. Philip Lawrence live?"
"In Arlington Street; that's his London address."
"When did he go out?"
