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Saturday was usually a day that did not count for much in Great Bower Street, and indeed Croot had never been in the habit of attending the office at all on Saturdays. As a matter of fact, the office closed at twelve o'clock, and as likely as not Gilmour had gone off on the Friday evening on one of those mysterious week-end excursions of his which, had he known it, was occupying a good deal of Jack Ellis's attention.
The latter knew that Gilmour had departed for the country early on the Saturday in question, and shortly after midday he put in an appearance in the hall of the block of flats called Everard Mansions and was asking questions of the caretaker.