“Ah! yes, precisely. Well, Mr. Brickett, you say you saw a man stooping down and washing his hands in the pool at Larchgrove-green?”
“Certainly, I did.”
“Yes. Where had you come from—that is, what brought you to the Green?”
“Why, my legs, of course,” returned Brickett.
At this there was a titter in the court which was immediately suppressed by the watchful and industrious usher.
“Don’t bandy words with me, man,” said Slapperton.
“I again ask you where you had been?”
“To a customer of mine.”
“Oh! Had you partaken of any refreshment, or, not to put too fine a point on the matter, had you been drinking?”
“I had not.”