All the same, Caranby is tender on the point.

I advised him to pull the house down and let the land out for building leases.
He thought he would, but asked me to go at night and stir up the ghost.
I went on the night of the murder, and got into the grounds by climbing the wall.

There's no gate, you know." "At what time ?" "Some time between ten and eleven.

I'm not quite sure." "Good heavens! man, that is the very hour the woman was killed!" "Yes.

And for that reason I held my tongue; particularly as I got over the wall near the cottage." "Where do you mean ?" "Well, there's a field of corn nearly ready to be cut near the cottage.
It's divided from the garden by a fence.