Would I write them on the back of my lady's message?
Much obliged to me.
Sergeant Cuff would look that gentleman up, when he went to Frizinghall in the morning.
"Do you expect anything to come of it ?" I asked.

"Superintendent Seegrave found the Indians as innocent as the babe unborn." "Superintendent Seegrave has been proved wrong, up to this time, in all his conclusions," answered the Sergeant.

"It may be worth while to find out to-morrow whether Superintendent Seegrave was wrong about the Indians as well." With that he turned to Mr.Begbie, and took up the argument again exactly at the place where it had left off.

"This question between us is a question of soils and seasons, and patience and pains, Mr.Gardener.Now let me put it to you from another point of view.

You take your white moss rose----" By that time, I had closed the door on them, and was out of hearing of the rest of the dispute.
In the passage, I met Penelope hanging about, and asked what she was waiting for.
She was waiting for her young lady's bell, when her young lady chose to call her back to go on with the packing for the next day's journey.
Further inquiry revealed to me, that Miss Rachel had given it as a reason for wanting to go to her aunt at Frizinghall, that the house was unendurable to her, and that she could bear the odious presence of a policeman under the same roof with herself no longer.