Then he became aware that Callaghan was watching him from the far end of the lawn.

Meldon walked over to him.
"If it's news about Mr.Simpkins you want," said Callaghan, "there's none, for he hasn't been near the place since the last day I was talking to you." "For the immediate present," said Meldon, "I'm not so much interested in Mr.Simpkins as in another gentleman that came here to-day." "Is it him they call Sir Gilbert Hawkesby ?" "It is," said Meldon, "that very man.

Did you see him ?" "I did.

It was half past ten o'clock, or maybe a little later, and the young lady was just after coming out with a terrible big lot of papers along with her.

She sat herself down there in the little bed where you were lying this minute, and 'Good morning to you, Callaghan,' she says when she saw me." "What were you doing there ?" said Meldon.
"I was looking at her.