"That is for you to judge," answered Haskins lazily, but very attentive to Rebb's slightest movement. "You say that you expected me. Well, I presume that means you have something to say."
"You have called to see me without an invitation," retorted Rebb, "so that shows you have a few questions to ask me."
"You are right--I have. But you are not hospitable, Rebb. I am dry after that long walk from Silbury. What about beer?"
"Are you not afraid of my poisoning you?" asked the Major, rising and going to a sideboard.
"Not at all; you would like to, so as to silence me for ever. Had I come here without anyone knowing my whereabouts you would doubtless try to get rid of me in some way or another. But the game in this case is not worth the candle. The Pixy's House has a bad reputation for one murder, Major, and I don't think you would care to have another committed either by yourself or your tool, Geary."
"I did not set Geary on to you," snapped Rebb, discomposed by this cool chatter, and returning to the central table with a tray.
"So I understand. Geary told me so last night."
"You have seen him?"
"Oh yes; and his wife also. She rather gave you away, Major, and I may tell you that she has left her husband, having had enough of his brutality. The children, I believe, are with her."
"I don't know what you mean about that woman having given me away," said the Major, trying to control himself, "there is nothing in my life but what will bear inspection."