“Yes, I suppose so—some of it, anyway, but I don't know how much furniture these people bought, of course.”
“Mr. Lee said he heard they had such magnificent things.”
“I heard so, but you hear a good deal that isn't so in Banbridge!”
“That is true. I suppose you knew the house and the Ranger girls' furniture so well that you could tell at a glance what was new and what wasn't?”
“Yes, I could.”
As with one impulse both women turned and peered through a green maze of trees and bushes at Samson Rawdy, several yards distant.
“Can you see him?” whispered Mrs. Lee.
“Yes. I think he's asleep. He is sitting with his head all bent over.”
“He is—not—looking?”
“No.”