"You were doing so nicely.

Look, there's a lighted window up there, Tom.

If you get a ladder now----" "Aw, cut it!" growled Tom.
Mr.Daley was in when they rapped at the door of Number 8, on the first floor of Billings, and, accepting his invitation to enter, they found themselves in a very cosy, lamp-lighted, nicely furnished study, from which a smaller room, evidently a bedroom, opened.

Mr.Horace Daley was a young man with an embarrassed manner and a desire to appear quite at ease.

He shook hands heartily, stumbled through a few words of welcome and arranged chairs for them.