“What, find out?” said the constable.
“About being able to buy it,” said Mr. May, a little testily. It was with great difficulty he preserved his man-to-man openness and brightness.
“They aren’t here,” said the constable.
“Oh indeed! Where are they? And who are they?”
The policeman eyed him more suspiciously than ever.
“Cowlard’s their name. An’ they live in Offerton when they aren’t travelling.”
“Cowlard—thank you.” Mr. May took out his pocket-book. “C-o-w-l-a-r-d—is that right? And the address, please?”
“I dunno th’ street. But you can find out from the Three Bells. That’s Missis’ sister.”
“The Three Bells—thank you. Offerton did you say?”
“Yes.”