Please state your business briefly." Saying those words, he waved his hand magnificently over his empty sheets of paper, and added in his deepest bass: "Sermon-day." I told him in the plainest words what I had seen on his child's frock, and what I feared had happened at Browndown.

He turned deadly pale.

If I ever yet set my two eyes on a man thoroughly frightened, Reverend Finch was that man.
"Do you anticipate danger ?" he inquired.

"Is it your opinion that criminal persons are in, or near, the house ?" "It is my opinion that there is not a moment to be lost," I answered.

"We must go to Browndown; and we must get what help we can on the way." I opened the door, and waited for him to come out with me.