“This part of the castle is private,” said Mabel, with great presence of mind, and shut the door behind her.
“I am aware of it,” said the goat-faced stranger, “but I have the permission of the Earl of Yalding to examine the house at my leisure.”
“Oh!” said Mabel. “I beg your pardon. We all do. We didn’t know.”
“You are relatives of his lordship, I should surmise?” asked the goat-faced.
“Not exactly,” said Gerald. “Friends”.
The gentleman was thin and very neatly dressed; he had small, merry eyes and a face that was brown and dry-looking.
“You are playing some game, I should suppose?”
“No, sir,” said Gerald, “only exploring.”
“May a stranger propose himself as a member of your Exploring
Expedition?” asked the gentleman, smiling a tight but kind smile.
The children looked at each o
