They will, for their own necks' sake.

Well, good-night.' Levasseur nodded in response, with the same silent, aimless grin, and disappeared through the garden door of the library.
'Queer fellow!' thought the Squire.

'But he's useful.

I shall get him to help catalogue these things as he did the others.

Ah, there you are!' He turned with a reproachful air as the door opened.
The westerly sun was coming strongly into the library, and shone full on the face and figure of the Squire's new secretary as she stood in the door-way.