“Then let us have a squint at him. Order him in here, for I’ve got an exact description of the party who called at the farm-house; he was disguised.”
The door was unlocked, and in a few moments young Mr. Bolton appeared.
As he crossed the threshold, with a light step and pleasant smile, he suddenly caught the serious gaze of his master and young Redgill.
“You sent for me, sir,” he began; but turned all manner of colours when he confronted his old master’s black looks.
“What is all this?” he asked.
“I am sorry to say, Mr. Bolton,” Phillip Redgill began, “that you are suspected of a most foul——”
“Not so fast,” said Captain Jack, interrupting. “I understand my own business best and want no assistance from any one.”
“Look you here, young man,” he began, addressing Mr. Bolton, “one of your master’s customers and old friends have been murdered, and you are one of the suspected parties.”
“I?”
“Yes, you; and all I’ve got to say is that I have got a warrant for your apprehension as being concerned in it, and you must come with me.”