"Yes, sir. Hit's a very cold night, sir."
"No, you've had enough, and you need to keep your wits about you," and he led the way downstairs.
"John," he said, as he let the faithful servitor out, "I believe you're right in what you said."
"Habout the woman, sir?"
"Of course not. I tell you the lady knows nothing whatever of the matter; pray disabuse your mind of that absurd idea, once and for all. I mean about the letter."
"Yes, sir."
"I've got to get it again, John. Send me the best book you can find on combination locks. I will get it! Impossibilities don't count!"
"Yes, sir. Good-night, sir, and remember, hit's the woman!"