I see it all!" "Well, and is it not quite enough to drive a man mad, to think that the best designs of a man are to be thwarted, and his neck put in danger, by the meddling of a thing like this?
She has blabbed all our secrets--nay, made him listen to them--for, even while we ascended the stairs to his chamber, they were concealed in the closet above the stairway, watched all our movements, and heard every word we had to say." "And you _would_ be talking," retorted the landlord.

The other glared at him ferociously, but proceeded:-- "I heard the sound--their breathing--I told you at the time that I heard something stirring in the closet.

But you had your answer.

For an experienced man, Munro, you are duller than an owl by daylight." "I'm afraid so," answered the other coolly.

"But it's too late now for talk.