And as we wander thro' the world,
He is the one to guide us.
"He gives with grin, the wage of sin;
And when the fiend hath paid us,
We stand outside the gate of Hell,
With Christ alone to aid us."
Old Jane proved to be a grim and elderly female in a rusty black dress and a still rustier bonnet She came out of a side door, and wiping her hands on a coarse apron, curtsied to Gebb, while Martin, introducing the pair with a regal wave of the hand, danced off round the corner.
"What may you be pleased to want?" asked old Jane, when the scarecrow gardener had disappeared.
"I have received permission from Mr. Alder to look over the house," replied the detective, "and I wish you to show it to me."
"There ain't much to see, sir," croaked the ancient dame, "it's all dust and darkness. I doubt if my old legs would carry me over it."