But in Sanford Quest I am disappointed.

I expected his enthusiasm--I may say that I counted upon it." "I don't think that Quest has much of that quality to spare," his brother remarked, "for anything outside his own criminal hunting." They entered the taxicab and were driven almost in silence to the Professor's home--a large, rambling old house, situated in somewhat extensive but ill-kept grounds on the outskirts of New York.

The Englishman glanced around him, as they passed up the drive, with an expression of disapproval.
"A more untidy-looking place than yours, Edgar, I never saw," he declared.
"Your grounds have become a jungle.

Don't you keep any gardeners ?" The Professor smiled.
"I keep other things," he said serenely.

"There is something in my garden which would terrify your nice Scotch gardeners into fits, if they found their way here to do a little tidying up.