"I hope the man
won't want to come ferreting in the place; that may well be left to the
police; but if he does I can't very well refuse him leave. He must be
free of the house, or at any rate of the tower."
"Or," put in Kelson, "he'll have a grievance against you, and accuse you
of trying to burk the mystery."
"Is he a very objectionable person?" Miss Morriston asked. "We passed one
another in the hall as he left the house and I received what seemed a
rather unmannerly stare."
Her brother laughed. "My dear Edith, the type of man you would simply
loathe. Abnormally, unpleasantly sharp and suspicious; with a cleverness
which takes no account of tact or politeness, he questions you as though
you were in the witness-box and he a criminal barrister trying to trap
you. I don't know whether he behaves more civilly to ladies, but from our
experience of the man I should recommend you to keep out of his way."
"I shall," his sister replied.
"I should say no respecter of persons--or anything else," Kelson remarked
with a laugh.
"Let us hope he won't take it into his head to worry us," Miss Morriston
said with quiet indifference.
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