"Caught!" ejaculated Dolly. "No;--but he has caught us. I don't know that there has ever been much idea of catching Vossner. We close altogether next Monday, and the furniture is to be gone to law for. Flatfleece says it belongs to him under what he calls a deed of sale. Indeed, everything that everybody has seems to belong to Flatfleece. He's always in and out of the club, and has got the key of the cellar."
"That don't matter," said Nidderdale, "as Vossner took care that there shouldn't be any wine."
"He's got most of the forks and spoons, and only lets us use what we have as a favour."

"Caught!" said Dolly. "No. We close altogether next Monday. Flatfleece says the furniture belongs to him under what he calls a deed of sale. Indeed, everything seems to belong to Flatfleece. He's always in and out of the club, and has got the key of the cellar."
"That don't matter," said Nidderdale, "as Vossner took care that there shouldn't be any wine."
