“What do you mean?”
“Why, some of those strange people who go about of nights making such unearthly noises.”
“That sounds just like Sanders,” exclaimed Uncle Reginald impatiently. “Julian, I hope you are a boy of too much good sense to pay the least attention to any thing that low, ignorant fellow may say to you. There isn’t a word of truth in it.”
“Nor about the secret passage-ways that run all through the house?”
“Not a particle. It is all moonshine.”
“Or about the old man who lives in the cellar?”
“All the veriest nonsense in the world.”
“Or about your missing things?”
“Why, as to that, I have missed some things, that’s a fact, but I know where they went. Pedro took them. He is a great rascal.”
“Why do you not discharge him if he is a thief?”