Will you sketch me the houses as clearly as you can ?" With much reflection and nibbling of the pencil, and casting of her eyes up to the ceiling to aid her memory, Miss Greeb in ten minutes produced the required sketch.
"There you are, Mr.Denzil," said Miss Greeb, placing this work of art before the barrister, "that's as good as I can draw." "It is excellent, Miss Greeb," replied Lucian, examining the plan.

"I see that anyone can get into Mrs.Bensusan's yard through the side passage." "Oh, yes; but I don't think a person could without being seen by Mrs.
Bensusan or Rhoda." "Who is Rhoda ?" "The servant.

She's as sharp as a needle, but an idle slut, for all that, Mr.Denzil.They say she's a gypsy of some kind." "Is the gate of this passage locked at night ?" "Not that I know of." "Then what is to prevent any one coming in under cover of darkness and climbing the fence?
He would escape then being seen by the landlady and her servant." "I daresay; but he'd be seen climbing over the fence from the back windows of the houses on each side of No.

13." "Not if he chose a dark night for the climbing." "Well, even if he did, how could he get into No.

13 ?" argued Miss Greeb.
"You know I've read the report of the case, Mr.Denzil, and it couldn't be found out (as the kitchen door was locked, and no stranger entered the square) how the murdering assassin got in." "I may discover even that," replied Lucian, not choosing to tell Miss Greeb that he had already discovered the entrance.