"Here," he said brightly. "We're saves."
The young man raised a hand to his brow.
"Good Lord!" he groaned. "Surely they don't go with the house—fixtures or something."
The tall lady was looking at them with a dark frown.
"It's strange," she said; "there must be some meaning in it."
The young man took out a latchkey, stumbled over the milk-jug, and entered the hall, followed by the tall lady, the short lady, John and George.
"They can't go with the house," said the young man plaintively. "I took it furnished—but, good heavens, furniture can't include—these!"
"Did you know the man you took it from?" said the short one.
"No; we fixed everything up by letter, and he cleared out this morning."
"There's some meaning in it if only we knew," said the tall one again, mysteriously.