"'Did ye land her all right, Fin?'
"'I did, sor,' I says.
"'Had ye any trouble wid the key?'
"'No, sor,' I says, 'the door was open.'
"'That's queer,' he says; 'maybe her husband came in earlier and forgot to shut it. And ye put her on the sofa——'
"'No, sor, in a big chair.'
"'In the parlor on the right?'
"'No, sor, in a little room on the left—down one step——'
"He stopped and looked at me.
"'Te're sure ye put her in the fust white house?'