I went in and entered the parlour.

There the tenant told me he would pay the year's rent and the costs, amounting to L50.

He had risen from his seat to fetch the money, when, lo! Father Egan (the priest upon whose head the widow of the murdered Finlay called down the curse of God in the open street of Woodford) appeared in the doorway.

He had come in on a pretence of seeing the old mother of the tenant, who had (for that occasion) taken to her bed.

The bedroom lay beyond the parlour, and was entered from it.