Ledsam, pay a visit to your office, with the object
of asking you to become an intermediary between him and his
relatives."
"He began a letter to me," Francis interposed, "and then
mysteriously disappeared."
"The mystery is easily explained," Sir Timothy continued. "My
trainer, Roger Hagon, a Varsity blue, and the best heavyweight of
his year, occupies the chambers above yours. He saw from the
window the arrival of Reginald Wilmore--which was according to
instructions, as they were to come down to Hatch End together
--went down the stairs to meet him, and, to cut a long story short,
fetched him out of your office, Ledsam, without allowing him to
finish his letter. This absolute isolation seems a curious
condition, perhaps, but Hagon insists upon it, and I can assure
you that he knows his business. The mystery, as you have termed
it, of his disappearance that morning, is that he went upstairs
with Hagon for several hours to undergo a medical examination,
instead of leaving the building forthwith."
"Queer thing I never thought of Hagon," Francis remarked. "As a
matter of fact, I never see him in the Temple, and I thought that
he had left."
"May I ask," Wilmore intervened, "when my brother will be free to
return to his home?"
"To-night, directly the fight is over," Sir Timothy replied.
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