"Young man, just get into my gig, will you, and follow on after."
So saying he turned the cart round and drove back toward Penruddie.
When they got near the village he stopped the horse and unfastened Job's bonds.
"Now you get home, Mr. Job," he said, quietly, and fixing a significant glance upon Job's face. "You go on as usual, and keep your eyes open and your mouth shut. See, I trust you, because I know you know me. I'm Detective Dockett, of her majesty's police, Scotland Yard, and when I trust a man and find him false, I go for him, and put my hand on him if he's at the other end of the world—I've such a long arm—and when I've got him I don't let him go till he's had a taste of her majesty's jail and skilly. But there, I needn't tell you what I can do, for you know me."
Job nodded sullenly, and looked up at Leicester.
"I don't want no threats," he said. "I'll do my duty by Maester Leicester there if I swing for it."
And, with an affectionate glance, he hurried off.
"Now, gentlemen," said Mr. Dockett, pleasantly, "we must break up the party. I think you had better get back to town, sir; we shall want a lawyer directly."
"Very well," said Mr. Thaxton.