one hand in her pocket,

But you'll find one in the morning room.

But i-it's the picture, the one in the gallery.

Well, those holes in the planking, for one thing.

Uh, the other one.

It said, a friend of the bosom.

Oh, look, there's the one...

Well, I-I put them at the back of one of the drawers in the writing desk.

I don't belong in your sort of worid, for one thing.

One never knows what goes on in that quiet mind of his.

just when I was beginning to despair of finding any old friends here in Monte.

It's one of the biggest places in that part of the country, and you can't beat it for beauty.

That's the one privilege I claim as the host.

Are you the first one down? Where's the child?

It's not only in this room. It's in all the rooms in the house.

the only one that looks down across the lawns to the sea.

He broke one of the ports and looked into the cabin.

the other woman buried in the crypt.

No one ever got the better of her, never, never.

It's ready in the library, sir.