“Ah! yes, he be the same man as I saw, only he’s got a big beard now, which he had not then.”
“That would make a difference, of course. You can’t swear to him. Now, mind what you say.”
The little girl hesitated, and did not make any reply.
“Don’t you hear what I say?” cried Slapperton.
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, what say you?”
“The man I seed a washin’ his hands was Giles Chudley.”
“It was?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Of that you are quite certain.”