What he was concerned with was the next few days.
"All the same I would like to have a look at the place to-morrow, even if nothing comes of it." Mr.Loudon looked seriously perplexed.

"You will think me absurdly fussy, Mr.McCunn, but I must really beg of you to give up the idea.
The Kennedys, as I have said, are--well, not exactly like other people, and I have the strictest orders not to let any one visit the house without their express leave.

It sounds a ridiculous rule, but I assure you it's as much as my job is worth to disregard it." "D'you mean to say not a soul is allowed inside the House ?" "Not a soul." "Well, Mr.Loudon, I'm going to tell you a queer thing, which I think you ought to know.

When I was taking a walk the other night--your Belgian wouldn't let me into the policies, but I went down the glen--what's that they call it?
the Garple Dean--I got round the back where the old ruin stands and I had a good look at the House.

I tell you there was somebody in it." "It would be Spittal, who acts as caretaker." "It was not.