“I am here to ask questions,” was the sharp answer. “Who are you?”
“Thomas Robinson.”
“Which is George Fielding?”
“I am George Fielding, sir.
“Have you been robbed?”
“We have, sir.”
“Of how much?”
“Seven thousand pounds.”
“Come, that tallies with the old gentleman's account. Hum! where did you sleep last night, Mr. Meadows?”
“At the 'King's Head' in Newborough, sir,” replied Meadows, without any visible hesitation.