"'Course I do. Everything gets into the papers nowadays. . . .
You'll find it spicy."
'Bias found the paragraph and started to read, with knitted brows.
Its journalistic style held him puzzled for fully half a minute.
Then he ejaculated "Ha!" and snorted. After another ten seconds he
snorted again and exploded some bad words—some very bad words indeed.
"Thought I'd warn you to be careful," said Mr Rogers. "You don't take it amiss, I hope? In a little place like this there's eyes about all the time—an' tongues."
"I'd like to find the joker who wrote it?" breathed 'Bias, the paper trembling between his hands.
"I can't tell you who wrote it," said the ship-chandler; "but I can give a pretty close guess who's responsible for it: and that's Philp."
"Philp?"
"Mind ye, I say 'tis but a guess."
"I'll Philp him!"
"Well, he's no fav'rite o' mine," said Mr Rogers grinning. "He's too suspicious for me, and I hate a man to be suspicious. . . . But he's the man I suspect."
"Where does he live?"