"You have."
Sir Henry smiled. "Sit down, my dear fellow. If you have any grievance against me, let me hear it."
Barker sat down. He seemed to be gathering himself for a reproach. When it did come it was like a bullet from a gun.
"Why did you rob me last night?"
The magistrate was a man of iron nerve. He showed neither surprise nor resentment. Not a muscle twitched upon his calm, set face.
"Why do you say that I robbed you last night?"
"A big, tall fellow in a motor-car stopped me on the Mayfield road. He poked a pistol in my face and took my purse and my watch. Sir Henry, that man was you."
The magistrate smiled.
"Am I the only big, tall man in the district? Am I the only man with a motor-car?"
"Do you think I couldn't tell a Rolls-Royce when I see it—I, who spend half my life on a car and the other half under it? Who has a Rolls-Royce about here except you?"