"I mean we ought to consider the evidence against him as well as in his favor."
"I suppose so. Well, what's the worst?"
"There are some things we know, that other people don't know," said Jack slowly. "For instance, we know he was out on the night the hay stacks burned."
"Yes, that's right," admitted Bert.
"And he came in, smelling horribly of smoke."
"So he did, but the hay wasn't ablaze until long after he was in, Jack."
"Hay would smoulder a long time. Mind!" Jack added quickly, "I'm not for a minute hinting that Tom did it. I'm only considering what his enemies would say."
"That's right. Well, what else?"
"Well, he was out on the night the horses were poisoned, and he wore that horribly-colored sweater. I don't see what possessed him to buy such a scream of a thing."
"Me either."