“But I’m really glad to have the clock seen to,” he said, seeing a certain hesitation in Mr. Henfrey’s manner. “Very glad.” Mr. Henfrey had intended to apologise and withdraw, but this anticipation reassured him. The stranger turned round with his back to the fireplace and put his hands behind his back. “And presently,” he said, “when the clock-mending is over, I think I should like to have some tea. But not till the clock-mending is over.” 

 Mrs. Hall was about to leave the room—she made no conversational advances this time, because she did not want to be snubbed in front of Mr. Henfrey—when her visitor asked her if she had made any arrangements about his boxes at Bramblehurst. She told him she had mentioned the matter to the postman, and that the carrier could bring them over on the morrow. “You are certain that is the earliest?” he said. 

 She was certain, with a marked coldness. 

 “I should explain,” he added, “what I was really too cold and fatigued to do before, that I am an experimental investigator.” 

 “Indeed, sir,” said Mrs. Hall, much impressed. 

 “And my baggage contains apparatus and appliances.” 

 “Very useful things indeed they are, sir,” said Mrs. Hall. 

 “And I’m very naturally anxious to get on with my inquiries.” 

 “Of course, sir.” 

 “My reason for coming to Iping,” he proceeded, with a certain deliberation of manner, “was ... a desire for solitude. I do not wish to be disturbed in my work. In addition to my work, an accident—” 

 “I thought as much,” said Mrs. Hall to herself. 

 “—necessitates a certain retirement. My eyes—are sometimes so weak and painful that I have to shut myself up in the dark for hours together. Lock myself up. Sometimes—now and then. Not at present, certainly. At such times the slightest disturbance, the entry of a stranger into the room, is a source of excruciating annoyance to me—it is well these things should be understood.” 

 “Certainly, sir,” said Mrs. Hall. “And if I might make so bold as to ask—” 

 “That I think, is all,” said the stranger, with that quietly irresistible air of finality he could assume at will. Mrs. Hall reserved her 

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