A Clue in Wax by Fred M. White

He threw himself down on the bed and tried in vain to sleep. He lay there until daylight and he heard the servants, who were now moving about the house. Outside, the birds were singing in the gardens and now and then a blithe whistle came from one of the hands engaged amongst the flower beds. There were sounds, too, of cheerfulness amongst the domestic staff, till Cheriton could stand it no longer. He rose and bathed and shaved and then went out into the park, where he stayed till nearly nine o'clock before he returned to the cheerful south dining-room where breakfast and Evelyn awaited him.

"You are out early," she said. "I thought I was the first up. But where is the Earl? He ought to have been down an hour ago. As I came past his room, I didn't hear a sound. It is not often that he sleeps so late."