Mr.Robinson gave me a keen look as I uttered the usual commonplaces and prepared to take my leave.
"May I ask your intentions in this matter ?" said he.
"I wish I knew them myself," was my perfectly candid answer.

"It strikes me now that my first step should be to ascertain whether there exists any secret connection between the two houses which would enable the Misses Quinlan or their emissaries to gain access to their old home, without ready detection.

I know of none, and--" "There is none," broke in its now emphatic agent.

"A half-dozen tenants, to say nothing of Mr.Searles himself, have looked it carefully over.
All the walls are intact; there is absolutely no opening anywhere for surreptitious access." "Possibly not.

You certainly discourage me very much.