Vaguely he felt his danger, even from the first.
"Well, I got there in plenty of time," he began.

"It was a beautiful house, beautifully furnished and arranged.

The people were queer, not at all the sort I expected.

Most of them seemed half foreign.
They were all very hard to place for such a respectable household as Mr.Weatherley's should be." "They were not really, then, Mr.Weatherley's friends ?" she asked quietly.
"As a matter of fact, they were not," he admitted.

"That may have had something to do with it.