"Certainly. Even a bricklayer has an hour at noon to himself."
"Whose collection are you cataloguing?"
"It belongs to a Mr. Desboro," said Jacqueline carelessly.
"Where is it?"
"In his house—a big, old house about five miles from the station——"
"How do you get there?"
"They send a car for me——"
"Who?"
"They—Mr. Desboro."
"They? Is he plural?"