“Oh, pretty nigh every way,” said the landlord vaguely. “But it’s a pity you two gents should have ’ad this walk out to-day. Prince was in Helchester ’isself yesterday.”
“Oho!” observed Roger softly, with a side-glance at Alec. “He was, was he?”
“Aye, at the Hagricultooral Show, ’e was.”
“Oh? What was he doing there?”
“Showin’.”
“Showing himself, was he?”
“Aye, that ’e was. An’ took a prize, too.”
“What a pity we didn’t know that; it would have saved us a journey to-day. By the way, you don’t know what time he came back, do you? Mr. Wetherby was there, too, I suppose?”
“Mr. Wetherby was there, but Prince didn’t come back with ’im. I see Mr. Wetherby pass by ’ere on ’is mare soon after seven o’clock. Prince wouldn’t ’ave come till a deal later than that. But they’ll tell you up at the farm better nor I can about that.”
“Oh, well, it isn’t really of the least importance, so long as I can see him up there now.”