He don't receive no letters, he don't read no newspapers, and stays in all day, only coming out at night, like an owl.

If he ain't a criminal, Mr.
Denzil, why does he carry on so ?" "He may dislike his fellow-men, and desire to live a secluded life." Miss Greeb still shook her head.

"He may dislike his fellow-men," she said with emphasis, "but that don't keep him from seeing them--ah! that it don't." "Is there anything wrong in that ?" said Lucian, contemptuous of these cobweb objections.
"Perhaps not, Mr.Denzil; but where do those he sees come from ?" "How do you mean, Miss Greeb ?" "They don't go in by the front door, that's certain," continued the little woman darkly.

"There's only one entrance to this square, sir, and Blinders, the policeman, is frequently on duty there.

Two or three nights he's met Mr.Berwin coming in after dark and exchanged friendly greetings with him, and each time Mr.Berwin has been alone!" "Well! well! What of that ?" said Denzil impatiently.
"This much, Mr.Denzil, that Blinders has gone round the square, after seeing Mr.Berwin, and has seen shadows--two or three of them--on the sitting-room blind.