A man who seemed to be strolling aimlessly along, reading a newspaper, suddenly joined them.
"Well, Dixon ?" his chief exclaimed.
The man glanced around.
"I've got three men round at the back, Mr.Hardaway," he said.

"It's impossible for any one to leave the place." "Anything fresh to tell me ?" "There are two men in the place besides the governor--butler and footman, dressed in livery.

They sleep out, and only come after lunch." Hardaway paused to consider for a moment.
"Look here," Quest suggested, "they know all you, of course, and they'll never let you in until they're forced to.

I'm a stranger.

Let me go.