"It ain't for me to say what I think.

I am the last person in the world to meddle with what don't concern me--that I am." And thus ending the conversation, Miss Greeb vanished, with significant look and pursed-up lips.
The reason of this last speech and rapid retreat lay in the fact that Miss Greeb could bring no tangible charge against her opposite neighbour; and therefore hinted at his complicity in all kinds of horrors, which she was quite unable to define save in terms more or less vague.
Lucian dismissed such hints of criminality from his mind as the outcome of Miss Greeb's very lively imagination; yet, even though he reduced her communications to bare facts, he could not but acknowledge that there was something queer about Mr.Berwin and his mode of life.

The man's self-pity and self-condemnation; his hints that certain people wished to do him harm; the curious episode of the shadows on the blind--these things engaged the curiosity of Denzil in no ordinary degree; and he could not but admit to himself that it would greatly ease his mind to arrive at some reasonable explanation of Berwin's eccentricities.
Nevertheless, he held that he had no right to pry into the secrets of the stranger, and honourably strove to dismiss the tenant of No.

13 and his tantalising environments from his mind.

But such dismissal of unworthy curiosity was more difficult to effect than he expected.
For the next week Lucian resolutely banished the subject from his thoughts, and declined to discuss the matter further with Miss Greeb.
That little woman, all on fire with curiosity, made various inquiries of her gossips regarding the doings of Mr.Berwin, and in default of reporting the same to her lodger, occupied herself in discussing them with her neighbours.