"No, sir; not one. There's Jones--the handy man--as comes in mornin's to do the rough work and the haulin' and carryin' and things like that; and there's the gardener and Mr. Kemper--him as is Mr. Nosworth's assistant in the laboratory, sir--but none of 'em is ever in the house after five o'clock. Set against havin' men sleep in the house was Mr. Nosworth--swore as never another should after him and Master Harry had their fallin' out. Why, sir, he was that bitter he'd never even allow Mr. Charles to set foot in the place, just because him and Master Harry used to be friends--which makes it precious hard on Miss Renfrew, I can tell you." "As how? Is this 'Mr. Charles' connected with Miss Renfrew in any way?" "Lummy! yes, sir--he's her young man. Been sweet on each other ever since they was in pinafores; but never had no chance to marry because Mr. Charles--Mr. Charles Drummond is his full name, sir--he hasn't one shillin' to rub against another, and Miss Renfrew she's a little worse off than him. Never gets nothin', I'm told, for keepin' house for her uncle--just her food and lodgin' and clothes--and her slavin' like a nigger for him the whole blessed time. Keeps his books and superintends the runnin' of the house, she do, but never gets a brass farthin' for it, poor girl. I don't like to speak ill of the dead, Mr. Headland, sir, but this I must say: A rare old skinflint was Mr. Septimus Nosworth--wouldn't part with a groat unless un was forced to. But praise be, her'll get her dues now; fegs, yes! unless old skinflint went and changed his will without her knowin'." "Oho!" said Cleek, with a strong rising inflection. "His will was made in Miss Renfrew's favour, was it?" "Aye. That's why her come and put up with un and all his hardheartedness--denyin' her the pleasure o' ever seein' her young man just because him and Master Harry had been friends and playmates when t' pair of un was just boys in knickers and broad collars. There be a stone heart for you." "Rather. Now one more question: I think you said it was Miss Renfrew who gave the alarm when the murder was discovered, Mr. Nippers. How did she give it and to whom?" "Eh, now! to me and Mistress Armroyd, of course. Me and her war sittin' in the kitchen havin' a bite o' supper at the time. Gorham, he war there, too, in the beginnin'; but un didn't stop, of course--'twouldn't 'a' done for the pair of us to be off duty together." "Oh! is Gorham a constable, then?"