"Your name is Oxenham?"
"It is."
"Mine is Sawyer."
"Not Mr. William Henry Sawyer, Esquire, of the Home Office?"
"Yes," he said, smiling at the evidently recognised formula.
"I understood you only came down in May and October."
"So I do generally; but, seeing that the cottage is mine, I suppose I
have the privilege of coming whenever I choose."
"The cottage is yours?" I said, in surprise.
"Undoubtedly. I bought it and its contents five years ago, and I run
down whenever the spirit moves me."