"Glad you could get away," grunted the Duke. "Hope you've done 'em down all right."
Silver walked his horse away across the green.
The inspector, who had drawn up in the road, got down from his trap, and came toward Silver.
"I beg your pardon, sir," he said. "You've nothing against that chap?"
He knew very well who Silver was, and was obsequious accordingly.
"Nothing," said Silver shortly.
"Excuse me, won't you, sir?" continued the inspector. "I wouldn't trouble you only we know him. He's been in trouble before. And we have to watch him. He's a bit funny in the temper. And when he's on the boil there's not a great deal he'll stop at."
"I've nothing against him," repeated Silver, and rode on to join Monkey Brand, who was nursing a youngster by the pond.
The little jockey greeted him with a drop of one eyelid.
"He's watchin' you, sir," he said quietly.