“The devil!”
“I’d rather lose the girl than Mrs. Compton; but when they both vanish the same night what are you to think?”
“I think the devil is loose.”
“I’m afraid he’s turned against us,” said Potts, in a regretful tone. “He’s got tired of helping us.”
“Do none of the servants know any thing about it?”
“No—none of them.”
“Have you asked them all?”
“Yes.”
“Doesn’t that new servant, the Injin?”
“No; they all went to bed at twelve. Vijal was up as late as two. They all swear that every thing was quiet.”