"Mr. Glossop has left, sir."
"Left? How can he have left? He was sitting there."
"That is the front door closing now, sir."
"But what made him shoot off like that?"
"Possibly Mr. Glossop did not wish to meet Mrs. Travers, sir."
"Why not?"
"I could not say, sir. But undoubtedly at the mention of Mrs. Travers's
name he rose very swiftly.
"Strange, Jeeves."
"Yes, sir."