"They are the only two rooms you haven't seen." "Who occupies this room ?" asked Superintendent Galloway, opening the door of the first, and disclosing a small, plainly furnished bedroom.
"My daughter, sir." "The next one is empty and unfurnished, like many of the others," observed the chief constable.

"This place seems too big for you, Benson.
Were all these rooms destitute of furniture when you took over the inn ?" "Not all, sir, but the inn being too big for me I sold the furniture for what it would fetch.

It was no use to me." "Why don't you take a smaller place ?" asked Superintendent Galloway, abruptly.

"You'll never do any good on this part of the coast--it's played out, and there's no population." "I'm well aware of that, sir, but it's difficult for a man like me to make a shift once he gets into a place.

There's Mother for one thing." "She ought to be placed in a lunatic asylum," said the superintendent, looking sternly at the innkeeper.
"It's a hard thing, sir, to put your own mother away.