"I know that.

I don't believe that he's ever spoken to her except in public, but he certainly knows who she is." "What I'm thinking," said Doyle, "is that he intended asking if he might go up to the big house and stay there along with her for such time as he might be in Ballymoy." "He can't have done that," said Meldon.

"There are reasons which the Major understands, though you don't, which render that idea quite impossible.

Speaking on the spur of the moment, and without thinking the matter out thoroughly, I am inclined to suppose that he connects Miss King with the condition of his bed last night and the persistent flavour of paraffin oil in his food.

He's probably gone up to speak to her about that." "He couldn't," said Doyle, "for Sabina Gallagher told him it was you." "He wouldn't believe Sabina," said Meldon, "and he has every reason to suspect Miss King of wanting to score off him.