I felt that he ought to give me back the letter; but he made no move to do so.

And, of course, I didn't ask for it.
"Ah--er--good night," said I and hurried toward the door.
"Good night," he answered, and I left him standing there with Archie's accursed letter in his hand.
That is the story of how I came to this house in Adelphi Terrace.

There is mystery in it, you must admit, my lady.

Once or twice since that uncomfortable call I have passed the captain on the stairs; but the halls are very dark, and for that I am grateful.

I hear him often above me; in fact, I hear him as I write this.
Who was Archie?
What was the idea?
I wonder.
Ah, well, I have my garden, and for that I am indebted to Archie the garrulous.