“Sit down!”
I sat.
“Rotten weather!”
I agreed.
“How did you get in?” I asked.
“Basement window. How d’you?”
“Front door, of course.”
He looked quizzically. “Ain’t Richman coming home to-night?”
“Certainly not; don’t expect him.”
“That’s funny. Where’s the servants?” The curtains behind him trembled.