There--the murder is out! Eileen misses him.

Oh, she doesn't say so--she doesn't hint it, or look it; but I know her; I know.

She misses him; she's lonely.

And what to do about it I don't know, Boots, I don't know." Lansing had ceased laughing.

He had been indulging in tea--a shy vice of his which led him to haunt houses where that out-of-fashion beverage might still be had.