And he took out a
measure from his pocket and began to calculate--"
"Quite so." Mr. Rogers turned next to the constable. "Hosken," he
asked, "you have been making inquiries about this man?"
"I have, sir; all along the road, so far as Torpoint Ferry."
"And you learnt enough to justify you in arresting him?"
"Ample, y'r worship. There wasn't a public-house along the road but
thought his behaviour highly peculiar. He's a well-known character,
an' the questions he asks you would be surprised. He plies between
Falmouth and Plymouth, sir, once a week regular. So, actin' on
information that he might be expected along early this morning, I
concealed myself in the hedge, sir, the best part of two miles
back--"
"You didn't," interrupted Mr. Goodfellow. "I saw your red stomach
between the bushes thirty yards before ever I came to it, and
wondered what mischief you was up to. I'm wondering still."
"At any rate, you are detained, sir, upon suspicion," said Mr. Rogers
sharply, "and will come with us to the cottage and submit to be
searched."
"Brooks," asked Mr. Goodfellow feebly, "what's wrong with 'em?
And what are you doing here?"
"Mr. Rogers," I broke in, "I know this man. His name is Goodfellow;
he lives at Falmouth; and you are wrong, quite wrong, in suspecting
him.
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