"What do you mean by saying that Sir Horace came down ?" "Only what the superintendent himself will tell you, miss, if you ask him.

Sir Horace came downstairs in his pyjamas a few minutes ago to say as he'd recollected about the flues of the furnace in the cellar being big enough to hold a man, and then him and Mr.Narkom went below to have a look at it." She gave a sharp and sudden cry, and her face went as pale as a dead face.
"Sir Horace came down ?" she repeated, moving back a step and leaning heavily against the bannister.

"Sir Horace came down to look at the furnace?
We have no furnace!" "What!" "We have no furnace, I tell you, and Sir Horace did not come down.

He is up there still.

I know--I know, I tell you--because I feared for his safety, and when he went to his room I locked him in!" "Superintendent!" The word was voiced by every man present, and six pairs of eyes turned toward Narkom with a look of despairing comprehension.
"Get to the cellar.