It was still light enough for Captain Plum to see that the old man's black, beady eyes were startlingly alive with newly aroused emotion.
"You mean--" "Strang!" He started rapidly down the knoll and there floated back to Captain Plum the soft notes of his meaningless chuckle.

A dozen rods farther on his mysterious guide turned into a by-path which led them to another knoll, capped by a good-sized building made of logs.

There sounded the grating of a key in a lock, the shooting of a bolt, and a door opened to admit them.
"You will pardon me if I don't light up," apologized the old man as he led the way in.

"A candle will be sufficient.

You know there must be privacy in these matters--always.