“Nonsense! I have to see him on a matter of great importance.”
“Mr. Haddo’s orders are that no one is to be admitted.”
“I can’t help that, I’m proposing to come in all the same.”
Susie and Dr. Porhoët came forward. They promised the small boy a shilling to hold their horse.
“Now then, get out of here,” cried the woman. “You’re not coming in whatever you say.”
She tried to push the gate to, but Arthur’s foot prevented her. Paying no heed to her angry expostulations, he forced his way in. He walked quickly up the drive. The lodgekeeper accompanied him, with shrill abuse. The gate was left unguarded, and the others were able to follow without difficulty.
“You can go to the door, but you won’t see Mr. Haddo,” the woman cried angrily. “You’ll get me sacked for letting you come.”
Susie saw the house. It was a fine old building in the Elizabethan style, but much in need of repair; and it had the desolate look of a place that has been long uninhabited. The garden that surrounded it had been allowed to run wild, and the avenue up which they walked was green with rank weeds. Here and there a fallen tree, which none had troubled to remove, marked the owner’s negligence. Arthur went to the door and rang a bell. They heard it clang through the house as though not a soul lived there. A man came to the door, and as soon as he opened it, Arthur, expecting to be
