"It's all these goings-on, sir," he cried at last, waving his hand towards the rain-lashed window which faced the moor. "There's foul play somewhere, and there's black villainy brewing, to that I'll swear! Very glad I should be, sir, to see Sir Henry on his way back to London again!"
-- Jakieś niebezpieczeństwo grozi sir Henrykowi... -- rzekł wreszcie. -- Byłoby najlepiej, gdyby wyjechał do Londynu.