"Croak on."
"When I told you that I had lived at Wivernsea for years, I should have said only a month in each year. I go down there each October."
"This is of absorbing interest!"
Dick's intentions were good, but his high spirits got the better of him. The look on his companion's face induced him to settle for another effort of solemnity.
"It was necessary for me to tell you that; by way of explanation of how little I know of Ivy Cottage!"
"Croak on."
Masters was leaning against the handrail, his fingers handling the ropes which supported the lifeboat. He put both arms through and, resting so, spoke on:
"People in Wivernsea—who don't know your sister—don't speak well of the place, Dick."
"What do you mean—haunted?"
"No. Worse than that."