"Where are Mr.Turold's rooms ?" he asked.
Thalassa pointed with a long arm into the dim vagueness of the passage.
"Down there," he said, "at the end.

The study on the right, the bedroom opposite." "Very well.

You need not come any further." The old man's eyes travelled slowly upward to' the detective's face, but he kept his ground.
"Did you hear me ?" Barrant asked sharply.

"You can go downstairs again." Again the other's eyes sought his face with a brooding contemplative look.
Then he turned sullenly away with moving lips, as though muttering inarticulate words, leaving Barrant standing on the landing, watching his slow descent.
When he was quite sure that he was gone, Barrant turned down the passage-way.

He had his reasons for wishing to be alone.