Lone, can you come and help ?" "The Swede and me'll both help," Lone volunteered.

"Jim and Sorry can wait here for the coroner.

We ought to find her without any trouble, much.

Swan, I'll get you that tobacco first and see if Brit needs anything." He started to the house, and Swan followed him aimlessly, his long strides bringing him close to Lone before they reached the door.
"What do you make of this new play ?" Lone muttered cautiously when he saw Swan's shadow move close to his own.
"By golly, it's something funny about it.

You stick with them, Loney, and find out.