No, I don't want none of your monkey tricks, opening the door!" she went on angrily, as Burton rose to see her out.
"Stay where you are.

I can find my way out of the place." She departed, slamming the door after her.

Mr.Waddington came and sat down by his former clerk's side.
"Tell me, Burton," he asked kindly, "how did you come to do this thing ?" "It was the professor and the girl," he murmured.

"They made it seem so reasonable." "It is always the girl," Mr.Waddington reflected.

"The girl with the blue eyes, I suppose, whom you told me about?
The girl of the garden ?" Burton nodded.
"Her father is a scientific man," he explained.