“That is what I am endeavouring to obtain from you,” I said. “I want to know who that shabby fellow was, and why he took such pains to keep his presence in Great Ryburgh a secret.”
“He had some good reason, I presume,” she replied.
“Do you declare that you know absolutely nothing of his movements?” I inquired.
“I know but little of them.”
“How long have you been acquainted?”
“Two years—perhaps a little longer.”
“And has he visited you often?”
“No, at infrequent intervals.”
“Always at night?”
“Always.”