"I think he went to his room." "I must say, Olivia," said Mrs.Hastings with a damp sigh, "that you are very selfish where I am concerned--in _this_ matter." "Ah," said Olivia, "please, Aunt Dora.

He is far too feeble to harm any one.

And he's away there on the second floor." "I'm sure he's a murderer," protested Mrs.Hastings.

"He has the murderer's eye.

Mr.Hastings would have said he has.