Arm in arm they entered the house, which was built out of squared blocks of field stone.

Scott motioned the servants aside and did the piloting himself up a broad stone stairs, east along a wide sunny corridor full of nooks and angles and antique sofas and potted flowers.
"Not that way," he said; "Dysart is in there taking a nap.

Turn to the left." "Dysart ?" repeated Duane.

"I didn't know there was to be anybody else here." "I asked Jack Dysart because he's a good rod.

Kathleen raised the deuce about it when I told her, but it was too late.