"And haven't I?" retorted the other, still staring dubiously. "Is it yourself, lad? But sure it must be, seeing you have a voice of your own, which is a thing never yet given to a spook. Glory be to goodness, Mister Peril, that I've found you just as I'd lost you entirely, and meself as well!"
"But how do you happen to be here?" asked the still bewildered Peveril.
"Sure I just came, thinking you might want me."
"Which way did you come?"
"Through the front door, the same as yourself."
"But I came in by a back entrance."
"Then we'd best be getting out that way, for I'm afeard there'll soon be others here as won't be pleased to see us."
"We can't, for that way is barred," answered Peveril; "but let us sit down and try to arrive at some understanding of this mysterious affair."
So, for nearly an hour, the two talked over the situation; and, though each frequently interrupted the other with questions or exclamations, they finally gained a pretty clear comprehension of their position. At the end of the conference Peveril exclaimed: