"Yes, sir; Mrs. Jones wondered they staid so long."
"Did they go into the library?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do you remember whether they looked at the books?"
"No; they didn't stay more than a minute in the library."
"Are you sure they did not look at any of the books?" repeated
Harry.
"I am quite sure they didn't, for the room was too dark, and they only staid half-a-minute. I asked them if I should open the shutters; but one of them said they didn't care; he said he was never over-fond of books."
Mrs. Stanley and Harry here exchanged looks of some surprise.
"Did they talk much to each other?—do you remember what they said?" continued Harry.
"Yes, they talked considerable. I reckon they had been here before, for they seemed to know a good deal about the house. When I showed them the south parlour, the gentleman with the red face said everything looked natural to him, but that room most of all; then he pointed to the large chair by the fire-place, and said: 'That is where I last saw my father, in that very chair; he was a good old gentleman, and deserved to have a better son.'"