"And I believe that they're very devoted to each other, though everybody marvels that such a man should have such a daughter.

There's a mystery about that man--odd character that he is, he's been well bred, and the folk hereabouts call him Gentleman Jack." "Won't all this give the girl a fright ?" suggested Brereton.

"Wouldn't it be better if somebody went quietly to the man's cottage ?" But when they came to Harborough's cottage, at the far end of the Shawl, it was all in darkness.
"Still, they aren't gone to bed," suddenly observed the policeman who had a faculty for seeing things.

"There's a good fire burning in the kitchen grate, and they wouldn't leave that.

Must be out, both of 'em." "Go in and knock quietly," counselled the sergeant.
He followed the policeman up the flagged walk to the cottage door, and the other two presently went after them.