"Hailsham, your honour."
"Where's that?"
"Don't know, your honour."
"How far from here?"
"Six days, your honour."
"None of your nonsense. How far?"
"Couldn't tell to a yard, if you was to skin me alive. It took me six days to git here."
"You walked?"
"Yes, your honour; every step of the way."
"Who did you live with at Hailsham?"