"I got rid of that old fellow," he observed confidentially when he had followed the landlady within, and had dropped into a chair near her own.

"I think he had come--fishing." "That's his usual occupation," said Mrs.Wooler, with a meaning smile.

"I told you he was called Peeping Peter.

He's the sort of man who will have his nose in everybody's affairs.

But," she added, with a shake of the head which seemed to mean a good deal more than the smile, "he doesn't often come here.