If they try to communicate again, when the house is quiet, I want to be in the way, and stop it.

Don't blame me for upsetting your sleeping arrangements, Mr.
Betteredge--blame the Diamond." "I wish to God the Diamond had never found its way into this house!" I broke out.
Sergeant Cuff looked with a rueful face at the three chairs on which he had condemned himself to pass the night.
"So do I," he said, gravely..