Scarhaven Keep

Look here! Rothwell said. Youd better go and make inquiry at Northborough. See if you can track him. Something must be wrong -- perhaps seriously wrong. You dont quite understand, do you, Mr. Copplestone? he went on, giving the younger man a sharp glance. You see, we know Mr. Oliver so well -- weve both been with him a good many years. Hes a model of system, regularity, punctuality, and all the rest of it. In the ordinary course of events, wherever he spent yesterday, hed have been sure to turn up at his rooms at the Angel hotel last night, and hed have walked in here this morning at half-past twelve. As he hasnt done either, why, then, something unusual has happened. Stafford, youd better get a move on. -- Wait a minute, said Stafford. He turned again to the groups behind him, repeating his question. -- Has anybody anything to tell? he asked anxiously. Weve just heard that Mr. Oliver left his hotel at Northborough yesterday morning at eleven oclock, alone, walking. Has anybody any idea of any project, any excursion, that he had in mind?