"Are you serious?
Did Furneaux really say he was coming here ?" "He did, and more--he expressed a partiality for a chicken roasted on a spit.

You have a spit in your kitchen, he says, and a pair of chickens in your larder." "How did you contrive to meet him ?" "You're a poor guesser, Jack.

_He_ met _me_.

'That you, Mr.Hart ?' he said.

'Mr.Grant's house is the first on the right across the bridge.
Tell him'-- and the rest of it." "Have you warned Mrs.Bates ?" "Mrs.Bates being ?" "My housekeeper." "No, sir.