You see, I have to consult the owners and get their consent to a lease.

Of course they have the general purpose of letting, but--well, they're queer folk the Kennedys," and his face wore the half-embarrassed smile of an honest man preparing to make confidences.
"When poor Mr.Quentin died, the place went to his two sisters in joint ownership.

A very bad arrangement, as you can imagine.

It isn't entailed, and I've always been pressing them to sell, but so far they won't hear of it.

They both married Englishmen, so it will take a day or two to get in touch with them.