"Is there anything else you'd like to see?
That window in the lower hall, for instance ?" "Thanks; I saw it as we passed through," replied Mr.Jacobs, simply.
"No; I don't think there's anything I want to see.

Yes; this is a beautiful house; quite a show-place.

I should like to see something of it presently; but one doesn't like to intrude at such a time as this." The Inspector stared at him.

"But perhaps I might go through what I suppose you'd call the state rooms--and yes, upstairs." "I thought you would have liked to examine the whole house without loss of time," remarked the Inspector, with an aggrieved air.
"Oh, presently will do," said Mr.Jacobs; "don't want to make myself a nuisance.

We might walk round the grounds." They went out, the Inspector still confused and aggrieved by what he considered the detective's lack of business method, and Mr.Jacobs gazed round him with approval and admiration.
"Beautiful! Beautiful!" he murmured.