“Thegirlwiththegreyeyeswasrightenough，“heremarkedtohimself。“Mr。Fentolinhasbeenmakinghimselfverymuchathomewithmyproperty。“
Hewithdrewthecurtains，noticing，tohissurprise，theheavyshutterswhichtheirfoldshadpartlyconcealed。Thenhemadehiswayoutalongthepassagetothefrontdoor，whichfromtheinsidehewasabletoopeneasilyenough。Leavingitcarefullyajar，he“wentoutwiththeintentionofmakinganexaminationoftheoutsideoftheplace。Instead，however，hepausedatthecornerofthebuildingwithhisfaceturnedlandwards。Exactlyfrontinghimnow，aboutthree-quartersofamileaway，onthesummitofthatstrangehillwhichstoodoutlikeagiganticrockinthewilderness，wasSt。
David’sHall。Helookedatitsteadilyandwithincreasingadmiration。Itslong，redbrickfrontwithitsmassesofclusteringchimneys，alittlebareandweather-beaten，impressedhimwithasenseofdignitydueasmuchtothepurityofitsarchitectureasthesingularityofitssituation。Behind-awonderfullyeffectivebackground-werethesteepgardensfromwhich，eveninthisuncertainlight，hecaughtfaintglimpsesofcolouringsubduedfrombrilliancybythetwilight。Thesewereencircledbyabrickwallofgreatheight，thewholeofthesouthernportionofwhichwasenclosedwithglass。Fromthefragmentofrockuponwhichhehadseatedhimself，totheraisedstoneterraceinfrontofthehouse，wasanabsolutelystraightpath，beautifullykeptlikeanavenue，withwhitepostsoneitherside，andbuiltuptoaconsiderableheightabovethebroadtidalwaywhichranforsomedistancebyitsside。Ithadalmosttheappearanceofaracingtrack，anditsstateofpreservationinthemidstofthewildernesswaslittleshortofremarkable。
“This，“Hamelsaidtohimself，asheslowlyproducedapipefromhispocketandbegantofillitwithtobaccofromabatteredsilverbox，“isaqueerfix。Looksratherliketheinnforme！“
“Andwhomightyoube，gentleman？“