But these gentlemen won't mind perhaps..." "No, no," cried Burrows, with a sort of Rabelaisian uproariousness.

"No, no, look in the pantry, gentlemen.

Examine the coal-hole.

Make a tour of the chimneys.

There are corpses all over the house, I assure you." This adventure of ours was destined to differ in one respect from others which I have narrated.