'Come here!' bellowed Sir Roderick. 'Am I to understand that you have inflicted yourself on this household under the pretence of being the nephew of an old friend?'
It seemed a pretty accurate description of the facts.
'Well—er—yes,' I said.
Sir Roderick shot an eye at me. It entered the body somewhere about the top stud, roamed around inside for a bit and went out at the back.
'Insane! Quite insane, as I knew from the first moment I saw him.'
'What did he say?' asked Aunt Jane.
'Roderick says this young man is insane,' roared the prof.
'Ah!' said Aunt Jane, nodding. 'I thought so. He climbs down water-pipes.'
'Does what?'